Everyone knows it's windy
I don't know what it's like in your part of the world today, but here in my little corner of northern California's Wine Country, it's as windy as all get-out.
The wire fence that keeps my personal assistant Abby from fraternizing (read: picking fights with) the neighbor canines collapsed early this morning. In the hours since, the plastic shade that keeps the afternoon sun from glaring into my eyes has been shredded into confetti by periodic 50 mph gusts.
If it gets any windier, my house will take wing for a distant fantasy kingdom, where it will land on a witch.
The wire fence that keeps my personal assistant Abby from fraternizing (read: picking fights with) the neighbor canines collapsed early this morning. In the hours since, the plastic shade that keeps the afternoon sun from glaring into my eyes has been shredded into confetti by periodic 50 mph gusts.
If it gets any windier, my house will take wing for a distant fantasy kingdom, where it will land on a witch.
Labels: Aimless Riffing, My Home Town
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 2:41 PM
1 insisted on sticking two cents in:
If your house lands on this wicked witch of the east, would you really think that you are in a distant fantasy kingdom? I think not, but you can conjure up whatever you please!
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