Moses, Part One
My hands have been hurting me lately (no doubt a relic of marathon Voice of Crow revisions), so I'm trying to limit my typing to fiction for the next several days.
So I'll just have to communicate with all of you telepathically.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Tell me in the comments.
Also, our lovely new foster, Moses, got neutered yesterday. Leave your get well soon/sympathy wishes (depending on your gender) in the comment section.
How much of a heathen am I, that when I think of this dog's name, I don't think Ten Commandments or the father of three major world religions, but rather:
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously.
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10 Comments:
his toeses aren't roses!
as Moses supposes his toeses to be!
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CE Murphy at 3/14/2007 11:13 AM
A rose is what Moses supposes his toes is
Couldn't be a lily or a daphi daphi dilli
It's gotta be a rose cuz it rhymes with Mose!
Posted by:
Jeri at 3/14/2007 11:20 AM
Proof of telepathy, or another gray elephant in Denmark?
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Rob S. at 3/14/2007 11:23 AM
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Anonymous at 3/14/2007 11:44 AM
http://www.janeespenson.com/
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Anonymous at 3/14/2007 11:45 AM
WHOA!! No, I don't read that blog, but I will now. Clearly there's some funky synchronicity going on.
Everyone go out and rent "Singing in the Rain" tonight and see what other secret messages it holds for us.
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Jeri at 3/14/2007 11:49 AM
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Dave S. at 3/14/2007 12:42 PM
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Sharon GR at 3/16/2007 6:25 PM
Hope Blackjack is settling in better now!
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Jeri at 3/17/2007 10:30 AM
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