(originally written sometime last week when I was avoiding doing my paper for grad school...)
So I finally broke down.
This is the start of my column.
I don't really like the name "blog," so there. My column. Cool.
Hey - all those newspaper columnists do it and I know I have far more to say with my extensive life experiences. I had the guts to leave home. Twice. Home being sunny El Paso,
Texas. Ah, yes. No snow and roadrunners galore. And Cacti. Most local
newspaper columnists never left wherever it is that they're at and I truly
believe that you have to leave where ever you were born to even begin
to have a sense about what life it about. Okay, Enough philosophy crap.
But yeah...
I was going to begin by introducing myself, before I discovered my beautiful Italian leather, cashmere-lined, size 6 1/2 suede magenta gloves that I got at TJMAXX, underneath the dining room table, murdered.
He got the glove jugular.
I looked at him.
He wagged his recently-groomed Cavachon tail.
He is so freakin' cute.
Snow-white fur, butterscotch ears and butterscotch dots throughout.
"you
little piece of ..." so I had to take him for his walk. He had a very
colorful movement. About a third of it was the color of red beets (Magenta gloves, 'member?).
I'll
leave it at that.
Okay, so why am I here?
My hubby is from Northeast Ohio, so here I am world.
I
told him I was starting my blog today and he asked it is was going to
be a b---- fest about how I hate Cleveland. I said no, not really...but I can't speak for when the PMS hits, which will be in about 48 hours...
I guess I'll try and introduce myself next time.
~ Texan in Cleveland
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Glove Murder Prompts Colorful Movement
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