You know why I seem shy when I meet someone for the first time. I like to pretend to be sane until I get to know a person well enough that my insanity won't frighten them eventually. I explained this to the Deacon over dinner yesterday. NOW he gets me.
I do not put syrup on pancakes. I prefer butter. And sometimes honey. I like honey on bread, pancakes, and in whiskey. Otherwise, not a fan...
Thong underwear should be renamed buttfloss. Not that I have firsthand knowledge about these things or anything like that. Seriously, thongs used to be footwear I couldn't wear because there is no place to put orthotics, and now it's underwear I can't wear because there is no wear to put my assets (technically they are liabilities, but anyway..) I see a pattern here.
If the moon were made of green cheese, it would be totally safe from the likes of me. Even I think green cheese sounds disgusting.
DS should get a cool copy and paste button for his blog carnival. I think those things are snazzy. It almost adds a picture to a post where none exists.
Here is a button to DS's website. I'd still like it better if it said "Pleasantly Disturbed" on it, but that probably says more about me than it does about him.
I keep copying and pasting different buttons from his site, and they are showing up as question marks in Preview. Well, at least we have the link at the top of the page.
I have no doubts that this post fits the disturbed criteria for this blog carnival. I hope it hasn't missed the mark in being pleasant.