I don’t believe in lucky charms. I mean, how lucky is a rabbit’s foot for the rabbit some poor superstitious dipstick got it from? (I admit, 4-leaf cloversare rare enough in my life to be romantically appealing. Besides, you have to be lucky to find one. Or maybe just single-mindedly dedicated.) And no matter how pretty the pastels are, my colorblind tastebuds insist the dodgy leprechaun’s dehydrated marshmallows are as delightful as astronaut ice cream, so I’m a bit at a loss here.
If wishes were horses, we’d all be eating steak. Jayne Cobb
Those words of wisdom gave me a slightly skewed approach to the challenge: any object that tradition and myth imbue with the power to grant wishes would be lucky, right? Like old oil lamps or birthday candles — anything you might rub or blow. Right? (Get your mind out of the gutter.)
Typing just [Enter] key into the Search box makes it easy to browse WordPress blogs like this one. Here, the [Menu] button (atop the vertical black bar) reveals widgets like the Search box.
Why am I glad that 2017 is the Year of the Rooster in the East Asian Lunar Calendar? Because I quickly found an image of a smirking rooster for this post. Thank U, Ariadna Ada Sysoeva/Shutterstock.com. Why did I want such an image? Read on, if U dare.
Despite not owning a gun, I sometimes shoot myself in the foot. It is a common tendency among progressives. Case in point: boycotting retailers like Walmart and Amazon that carry Trump-branded products w/o pushing them, not just boycotting the products themselves and those who push them. We continue with appropriate made-up names.
Consider a retailer, say Walazon, that carries several lines of women’s fashions, including IvankyPanky and…
We inferred Rejection #3 from a Del Mar agency’s non-response yesterday. Today, to commemorate the non-occasion by making something beautiful, I created a book thong whose ornaments and colors imply the sea.
Elation is the tide that ebbs and flows. Happiness, the wave that comes and goes. Beneath them both, unending currents roll, and so Resolve propels us to our goal.S.T. Ranscht
Somewhere beyond the sea, Somewhere, waiting for me, An agent stands on golden sands And loves all the pages I’m sending.