Sunday, July 4, 2010

Brown-Eyed Word

I’m mixing more than metaphors these days, as this raddled brain of mine plays its little tricks on me. When I knit, I tell folks about the easy “recipe” I’ve been following. When the sun goes down, I ask hubby if I should turn on the lights on the camp deck that are shaped like ice cream cones, except I call them “pine cones”. I call pencils “crayons” and blankets are “sheets”, close, but no cigar. Tough to write much of anything when my words are mixed up like this.

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