My sister. Words have been invented to try and describe women like her. Perfect. Angelic. Those sort of things. But sadly, they (being men and words) have all fallen short.
In the recent developments that
The World Is Her Future, my father thought he would help me set feasible goals for myself. Since the world could be my oyster with a few tweakings of behavior. I.E. I should work harder, study harder, eat my vegetables, drink my milk and go to bed on time, just to name a few.
The lastest aspiration that is being suggested: Become a Rhoads Scholar.
Yes.
Right up there with my goals of flossing regularly, drinking more water and hopefully actually graduating college.
Faithful blog readers, remind me every now and again, will you? You know, just so I don't forget and all that sort of nonsense. And, perish the thought, THE WORLD WOULD NOT BE MY OYSTER.
Dammit. I'll just be a clam.
ROFL. Wow, that is funny, my dear clam sister. Just as an FYI, it's r-h-o-d-e-s, as in Rhodes Scholarship. You can do it!
lobster. be a lobster like me.
you get to wear red and pinch people.
I thought you were a porckchop? With rabbit cheeks full of carrotty bits. Now I'm all confuzzled.
I've known a few. They are not all it is cracked up to be. Although, some are pretty high speed.