Not not cod. Not the wandering eye fish. Halibut. Honestly, I've got to clean out my memory closet. In the wrong file. Tis halibut that makes that transformation. Doesn't affect the taste tho. yummm. Oh now, oh, is it --- flounder??? Dang it, but I hate having to look it up. It's one of those fishes. All edible. If I were a scientist, I'd be more careful with my wild fluctuations.
Now, UFO's. Looky. I'm with the most sane. If the UFO's are extraterrestrials, they are not out to 'get us'. Or they have, would have already. I think they are naturalists, tourists, and whatever they need from butchering cows with lasers, I don't think we can help.
There are too many self-important, holier than thou hoaxers on our Planet who feel that somehow they are enlightening us as a species by their antics. You! Human! Cut that out!!! And I don't mean cow eyeballs and sex organs.
Word to the wise. Don't wait to become your idea, or your parents' idea of perfect. Have fun now. Love, Be Passionate, Cuddle! Don't wait on life. Grab it by the handles and go with it! I'm fair, fat and sixty. Can't see, can't hear, diabetic and a walking case for congestive heart failure. But I got a boyfriend! And we pounce on each other like you 20's do ---those who aren't "waiting for life to make them perfect." And dang it I'm happy and so is he!
Monday, November 28, 2005
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