Tuesday, December 23, 2008

being polite among monkees

Soldiering on into the night, carrying 45lbs of equipment while keeping her hands free and clear, lightning strikes off in the distance as raging thunderclouds approach from the west.

Rolling over in the sunshine, lathed in sun screen with SPF 45, he thinks wearily of a return to responsibility when this sun vacation expires.

Sopping wet from exhaustion, shoveling heavy mounds of coal into the burner, the Titanic engine boiler crew man thinks of nothing but his wife at home waiting.

Painting red, blue is green, yellow goes skiing.

2 comments:

Rita said...

Hello! Guess who! I'm Back!

Rita said...

sorry, I forgot to open my blog up to visitors.

*smacks self on forehead*