For your perusing pleasure

Some of my favorite posts on some of my favorite blogs.

Monoglot--My brother knows everything.
The Godfreys--Dumb family jokes, maybe, but so much fun to make a Bollywood movie.
Nienie--I love that story.
Suzie--She has mastered the delicate art of telling a story about someone who may possibly read what you wrote.
Carly--Her second most endearing post, since "Junque for Jesus" was a little too controversial for the masses and had to be laid to rest.


More to come. I get so bored with the same old thing showing up on my blog, I thought a partial post would suffice to move that durn restaurant photo down the page.

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