PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: Blackeyed Pea Drop Over Mont Blanket

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Blackeyed Pea Drop Over Mont Blanket

Pea Drop

Maybe I should say Mont Blanc to make it sound French and fancy. It happened right here, folks. And the blanket was pink, not white. Mont Pink is not three miles high but more like three feet. It should have gotten news coverage like the Moon Pie Drop. sigh.

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What drop did you watch or execute?

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slugmamaJanuary 1, 2014 at 6:58 AM
I "dropped" into my bed by 11pm.
And I didn't drink a drop yesterday.......I hope you were sitting down for that bit of news. lolz

May 2014 be kinder to all of us!
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LindaJanuary 1, 2014 at 7:11 AM
After exbf left after a long day, I waited until he pulled off and went to bed for a nap. I usually nap until he calls me and tells me he is safe at home. Then, I get up and clean up the dishes and kitchen, sort of...lol. Yesterday, I turned the phone off for some reason. I awoke at 11:15, went to bathroom and went back to bed, awaking at 3:30 this morning. I must be getting old! Maybe it was 2:30 I got up.

That was a shocker bit of news that I was sitting down to read. Yes, a kinder year, just what I need. I have not had one sip of alcohol in 2013. I need an occasion to even taste wine.
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BellenJanuary 1, 2014 at 9:22 AM
Does dropping my book on the floor after I fell asleep count? Haven't been up till midnight in ages, usually drop off to sleep around 11:30pm, that extra half hour is just too much!
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Sue FrelickJanuary 1, 2014 at 11:02 AM
Renoman says, now that's monetary restraint! lol Happy New Year, Linda!
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Elephant's ChildJanuary 1, 2014 at 3:49 PM
I drop things each and every day. And each cup of tea I make includes a libation to the floor gods. I am a klutz. Books, food, and an emphasis on anything which is going to stain.
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Okay, hoping the annoyances have gone away.

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Fancy is my favorite hen. She is one of the three youngest hens I adopted. Because she is so gentle and friendly, she may be the one I rescued when she was being pecked to death after she could no longer stand. She got to live in the house in a box. Sometimes, I let her sit in my lap while she was convalescing. Now, she comes to sit in the swing with me, cuddling up to my body like a cat or dog. She died in February 2012.

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Louise is the auburn-feathered hen. She looks like the true Rhode Island Reds in pictures. She is almost as large as Thelma. Some days I suspect she is trying to be top chicken. When I got Pepper, I found out Louise is the Alpha hen.

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Blackeyed Pea Drop Over Mont Blanket

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