Today I'm grateful for the patience I've developed over the years. It enabled me not to kill my dog for having somehow found one of the children's stash of chocolates, consumed them (foil wrappers and all), then horking them up in two completely different places on my carpeting.
Patience kept me from killing her, but not from banishing her to the backyard for the day.
BAD Doggy! Bad!
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In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God...
1 Thessalonians 5:8
This is my attempt to be more vocal in my gratitude for the blessings in my life.
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8 comments:
Another way of looking at is, don't give the kids chocolates.....
hmmmmm
Um, I didn't give the chocolate to them. I didn't even know that it had been given to them by well-meaning relatives on Christmas eve. The pooch searched it out, as she has a sweet tooth, and consumed it, foil wrappings and all.
Hello. I normally like to try to tell someone I'm visiting for the first time how I have stumbled across them - but I simply cannot for the life of me remember what led me here. The chances are I saw you make a comment somewhere and tailed you home - it is a filthy habit, to be certain, but there you go. And I'm not really sure how to retrace my steps without losing what I've already written. Ho-hum.
Anyway, the thing is, there is absolutely no way - no WAY - that "horking" is a real word. It's a gem, no two ways about it, but you just made it up. I came across the word "doozer" somewhere else in blogland and had to find out if it was a pretendy word. I would be much obliged if you could tell me whether "horking" is a pretendy word as well.
I rather hope it is.
Kind regards etc...
(Did you maybe leave a comment over at Ms Baroque's place? I was certainly there earlier and that might be it. This could annoy me.)
Hello there. I do recall your name and reading something you posted....perhaps even on your blog. I don't recall anything else, though.
And I believe 'horking' is a real word. If it isn't, it sure should be!
Ha! I have discovered where our paths crossed. It was over at thefoodofgoats.blogspot.com. I noticed that you'd left a comment for Richard (he seems like one of the good guys) and the rest, as they say, is tragedy.
Am biding my time before springing the word 'horking" into a conversation - the chances are few and far between - but fully expect a favourable reaction when I manage to work it in.
There is a chance - just a chance, mind - that I may need to get out more. Find a hobby or something, maybe. I don't know.
Kind regards etc...
Ah yes, Richard. He is one of the good guys. I suspect you may be as well.
One question, why are you simply a 'periodic' Englishman? Does this mean you take breaks from it?
You had to ask. Yes, that is precisely what it means. I am, in fact, Scottish. I only become English when the England cricket team are playing and I properly lose all sense of perspective (and decency) as I wail and weep at their stunning setbacks.
It is not normal, granted, for a Scotsman to feel so comfortable turning English every now and then - but I rather enjoy it.
I am just about to turn Scottish again as the cricket series I was following is drawing to a close. This means that you may not be able to understand anything I write to you in the future. Sorry about that.
Unless, of course, you are familiar with words like: glaikit, eejit, muckle, wabbit, stoater, numpty, weegie, dreich, stramash. That sort of thing.
Makes "horking" look kind of normal, doesn't it? And not in a good way.
Tally-ho
(nice to meet you, by the way)
That explains it then. Yes, I understand the word 'eejit' but that's all in that list.
It's very nice to meet you as well.
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