I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
okay grrl, and thankee for the link, although being as i are brain dead for the new year i'm not so sure I can live up to it.
ReplyDeleteOne point. You say grits n'gears. defnitley not. Grits is something you people do in the south, I'm not sure what is grits, some sort of staple foodstuff? My grit is of the singular. The sandy stuff, not really recommended for addition to gears.
Grit. a plural in itself. Grits. The only way I can think of using grits as a plural is 'They sell sandpaper in a range of several grits, from 40 to 1200 grit.'
I'll link you I promise... iF i CAN. OH how I hate the capslock key. Slock those caps.
David. That is, when not Soubriquet. The name my mother sometimes calls me. ersatz dot soubriquet at gmail dot com.
Now...http://www.myhouseinthevillage.com/index.html
Is this anything to do with you, or are girls in red dirt more commonly found than i would imagine?
come back all refreshed, all of you.
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