right.

my blog.

hi!

I promise I'll pay more attention to you. When my life gets less exciting again.

Funny isn't it how when you actually have stuff to write about you don't have time to write.

hmmmmmm.


I was reading an article about the gulf diaster - ya know, like everyone else on the planet earth who can read - and they mentioned a boat called "a whale". Yes, seriously. As in a small child is looking at boats passing and says to his mummy "look mummy, a whale". (this child has a british accent, if you were wondering) and his mummy looks up from her Harlequinn novel and says "no dear that's a boat" and she returns to her book. He insists, tugging at her lounging sweater, "no mummy, it's a whale, really it is". Without looking up from the lurid sex scene in her book she says, "no moron it's a boat, there's no blow hole." From that point on the poor little boy is both terribly confused about the difference between whales and boats, and will never point out anything he finds interesting to his mother every again. Much to her delight.