I cannot begin to tell you how often I've done something like this.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Please rate me!
Rate Me on BlogHop.com!
help?
The View From Here Contributor
Listings
About The Author
- Brigid
- 'armpit of nowhere', North Dakota, United States
- I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary. The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.
4 comments:
I was helping my Mom mind the neighbour's daughter the other week while she was at a dentist appointment.
My mom was singing a nonsensical variation of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" while I clapped my hands like a wind-up monkey for nearly an hour...
I almost forgot to stop clapping...XD
@Journo: lol I still wonder why babies will sit transfixed for what feels like hours doing something mind-numbingly repetitive when a few short years later their favorite phrase becomes "I'm boooooored!"
Yeah, well, I hope Mary enjoyed it while it lasted, because it would have been even more of a pain to relieve an older Peter's boredom.
@Journo: *Tell* me about it!
Post a Comment