The coarse ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles as she struggled to break free. Duct tape on her mouth pulled at her face, and hair. The burlap sack that was her current home felt rough, her knees were scratched, and it was dark, cold, and smelled like the Google closet of blogger hell limbo.
Sorry I'm late! Blogger and I are not getting along lately. Have a good weekend and let me know if you played!
11 comments:
No one is getting along with Blogger lately.
well, you already know what i think of blogger
Ah!!! Poor things...
And yes... I am now on WodPress because of Blogger temper...
Not really easier.. I had a lot to learn... but at least, my server isn't down as often as Blogger... ;-)
Blogger might be on and off, but I'm always here to pay you a visit!
Your post reminded me so much about a Norwegian New Years Dinner
Wishing you and your family a wonderful end to your week:-)
For this one you seem to have adopted Stay Cee's persona. Loved the Barbie drama, btw, and did post about it.
Well, you are lobstering around, with your clows taped. Not easy typing then ;-))
Bon weekend
=^~^=
PS. I know blogger tha last 20 hrs have been up and down several times. In the meantime, I scan old pictures, read the papers, and post some photos to Fotothing and Flickr and walk around myself and talk to and play with the cats and and and I'll stop ;-)
I see you're clawing your way back to life after India!
Actually, the lobsters are a horribly appropriate analogy. The blogger problem is somewhat akin to being boiled to death!
*Whispers...Wordpress*
I wore my red dress with the sapphire blue cuffs to the seafarer’s gala last Saturday night. All the gents lavished me with attention, except the one I truly longed to talk to. Mi amore, Michael Crabinsky was elusive, mysterious. However, I did catch him glancing my way twice. Maybe he likes me after all?
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