JS and I were on our way back from the gym and saw these incredible vines twisted around the trunk of a tree. It's not a very good excuse for the nonsense that follows, but I don't care.
Twist - What a funny twisted word. Fibers twisted together into a wick or a rope. Trunk of a twisted tree. Twisted vines around the trunk of a twisted tree. Let's do the twist, like we did last summer, or are you too twisted? Don't you twist me? It's not like we're entering in to a twist from which we'll not be able to become unentwenched, or unentree-nched.
Here I am, spirit and matter, all twisted up together in a rope of experiences that enables me to create twisted tales, making sense only to twisted minds. I'll take my experiences with a twist of lemon!
So as not to get anyone's knickers in a twist, I don't think this tale should become any more twisted.
I twist you enjoyed this twisted tale, perhaps next I'll write tales of tails.
This post twisted my mind - in a good way :)
ReplyDeleteGood to see a post from you. I've missed your posts!
Hahaha! Glad to hear it! I hope to keep up with it better now that things are settling down...very chaotic end to 2013.
DeleteRobin, all these times that you left me sweet messages on our blog, I didn't realize you had your own. Consider me now a follower, and a very twisted interesting post.
ReplyDeleteWelcome...I hope you enjoy mine as much as I enjoy yours, but wait, I don't think there is anything more enjoyable than those sweet little faces that belong to your girls!
Deletepretty nice blog, following :)
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