Come here and give me a little kiss!
Thanks to Mrs. G for letting me simmer on Slow Cook Thursday over at the Derfwad Manor. A relative newcomer to the blogosphere (October), I haven't yet created a blog roll but when I do, Mrs. G will top the list. She shined up my post real pretty!
Thanks, Mrs. G. I'm sorry about Johnny. Maybe we can share?
Welcome to new readers -- hope you enjoy the matronly landscape.
14 comments:
MMMMMWWWWWWAAAAAA! (You weren't really expecting just a little peck on each cheek were you?)
Now I'm off to explore. :)
Mrs. G. is a little proprietary about Johnny but as she pointed out to me once - they are SECRET boyfriends and therefore infinitely multipliable. All of us can partake of the dream. Lovely poem and totally doable and yummy sounding recipe. Thank you for stepping up.
Your soup over at Derfwad looks heavenly - thank you.
(I harbor secret love for JD too. Mrs. G is in good company, I'd say.)
I must try your recipe! Thanks for sharing, and thanks for the wonderful poem!
Loved your interview! Mrs. G. is laboring, however, under the mistaken idea that Mr. Depp is hers...he's actually MINE!
I'm a lurker, a slave to your prose, sister.
I just happen to have all those ingredients in the cupboard. Lucky for the family I stumbled on the recipe, now they will be fed instead of fending for themselves.
Thanks!
Also, you look most 'hip' in my book and should definitely add your picture to your profile!
Anyone who's heard, much less LOVES the Krauss/Plant album is a rockin' blogger in my book. Sorry to ruin your matronly cred, but there it is.
I loved your perfect Sunday morn. Wish I could join you... is there anything better than a good newspaper, good coffee, and silence?
Oh my: hip? The matron? My cheeks are aflame, even as I sigh along with Robert Plant. . .
Lovely poem and commentary. Well done.
And I would never laugh you off the planet for Prince. In fact, I may or may not have forced my toddlers to listen to "Little Red Corvette" earlier today and we may or may not have JAMMED PRETTY DAMN HARD.
Dear Mary,
I don't want to hurt you or anything, but I'm afraid that my heart belongs to one woman and one woman only. She is blonde, wears glasses, has an ample bosom and lives in Washington state.
Please, let me go and move on to your lesbian lover Jennifer Jason Leigh. I am taken.
Oh Johnny!
I'm crushed. But perhaps in the mood for jumping the fence. Switching pastures. Trying the other track, if you know what I mean.
Jennifer: you reading?
You're such a lovely addition to this here interwebs.
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