Which is a pain, since I want to figure things out. I'm ever working to reach palatial understandings.
Maybe real knowing comes only after plenty of moshing about. I'm too impatient most always to enjoy the process.
My son likes to wear a T-shirt that says this:
Let me know how well you flail.
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That's hilarious and brilliant.
Fun stuff.
ps - I'm tagging you for a meme.
Oh my gosh, I khtni I tgo ti!!!
ees ouy rfdiya!
i nwok xtacyel owh uyo efle!
Keep bloggin' Deanna!
isht si unf. kathns lal.
I may see one or two of you Thursday, as well.
oh my, Deanna I thought your first jumbled word was something else! ;) Cool tshirt!
btw, I ventured into the deep, dark places of my refrigerator on Sunday... it wasn't pleasant but I now have space in there again! Yay!
No freaking way I have the skills to write back like that...not sure how y'all do it...but I appreciate the sentiment. I flail like I've been electrocuted, most of the time. ;)
Cecily, I see that word now, interesting. Hey, we both have refrigerator space! Yay, although we did store more beans in ours day before yesterday...ugh.
Leisel, you're an artist.
How well I flail......hmm......
I did figure the shirt out instantly......
I think understanding comes in different speeds. Some things are easily understood and quickly, some things take much simmering, some take out and out fighting struggles, and some things just leave a person practically catatonic.
I hate that last speed.
; )
I'm with you, Cherie, on the catatonic one. Wordiness gives us an advantage with this sort of puzzle, huh? Thanks for the input.
Every time I saw your son wearing that shirt it made me smirk. I wonder if he realizes that we're all smirking at the shirt and not at him? Clever boy like that, I'm sure he does.
Hi Valerie. I think my son gets it. :o) (don't know how to do a keystroke smirk) Thanks much for stopping by. How are you, way off over there?
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