2.14.2015

Winter Sunshine

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2.07.2015

Kick Rocks.


Oh HI! First picture aside, I need you to know this is NOT a feel-good blog.


In fact some audiences (particularly the 2 and under crowd) may find this story of injustice quite disturbing. I know I do.


It all started innocently enough. I mean there I was, just out for a brisk walk under the cloudy Portland skies.  I had my fancy pants on and my dashing yellow slicker.  .


And then, to my delight, I found a delicious looking rock.


I had a little nibble, and I mean to tell you: it was one tasty rock!


And then my mean old mom said in a mean old voice, "NO! You may NOT EAT THAT ROCK."


I was like, "WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?"


"You CANNOT even be serious Mom!"


Then I didn't even have words to convey my overwhelming, nay debilitating, sense of loss and grief.


And I couldn't even bear to look at my mean old mom for depriving me of a rock I found of my own accord.


And that's the end. No fairy tale ending where I'm reunited with my special rock.  Nope.  As I said, a troubling story of injustice.  Sorry if I ruined your day.