200
It occurred to me, as I looked at the 199 next to the word ‘posts’, that I should probably write something special for number 200. The only problem with that logic is that I really don’t have anything special in me right now.
I could rant about already having to write an email to one of the instigator’s teachers, or I could tell the tale of the mysterious incident of the water in the hallway (which, by the way, is not in the least mysterious). I could tell a cute story about the littlest of the littles.
Instead, I will repost a poem that I posted before (now set to photography courtesy of the Oddmix) and marvel at the fact that one year of blogging passed me by some time ago, and I didn’t even notice.
I could rant about already having to write an email to one of the instigator’s teachers, or I could tell the tale of the mysterious incident of the water in the hallway (which, by the way, is not in the least mysterious). I could tell a cute story about the littlest of the littles.
Instead, I will repost a poem that I posted before (now set to photography courtesy of the Oddmix) and marvel at the fact that one year of blogging passed me by some time ago, and I didn’t even notice.
posted by atypical at
8:02 PM
4 Comments:
Happy 200, and Happy year..
And wonderful poem, btw.
Gosh, I felt like I was in the boat.......
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Mel, at 9:47 PM
happy 200 sweetcakes.
love that poem and the picture. you are so talented.
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jouettelove, at 3:36 PM
Yes happy 200!
Love the poem
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Casdok, at 7:47 AM
Very nice poem. And I could just look at that picture for a long time -- it reminds me of what it looked like around my Grandparents house.
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Terri B., at 10:18 PM
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