Mental Featherweight Posted on November 17, 2014 by kathryningrid Share this:FacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestMoreRedditTumblrTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Not a chance 🙂
That’s a great phrase you’ve come up with: “a tidal wave of froth.” Your mention of froth reminds me of Gilbert and Sullivan’s Patience, in which the poet Bunthorne writes a four-line poem that he calls “Heart-Foam.”
And I can *prove* I’m a mental featherweight, by the fact that my excellent dyslexic mind immediately read the title as “Fart Home”—and liked the idea. Something tells me G&S might have, too. 😉
Deep thoughts and fabulous feather shots.
You are too kind, milady! 🙂
I rather enjoy your propensity towards verbosity, and always, of course, there is the flip side, when everything goes quiet again. Both are acceptable forms of communication.
My sister once told me that being around me (during my manic episodes) was a little like trying to keep up with lightning that was flashing all over the room, burning everything it touches. Lots of dodging and weaving, and frazzled nerves. Makes her hair stand on end. 🙂
Thank goodness we’re all permitted to be Special in our own ways, as long as they’re not illegal or harmful to others. Hair up-splosions notwithstanding. And yes, I do seem to inspire those in some folk, too; how fortunate for me that my spouse shaves his head!!! 😀
Be as verbose as you like – it’s grand to be a part of it!
I thank you for your tolerance!! 😀
I’ll brave it;)
So sweet, so daring; so You! 😀