Mas café, por favor. . .

P1069862 My brain is full. That happens every now and then. It's like it just gets overstuffed and I don't feel like I've got one creative idea in my head. This doesn't happen to anyone else, does it? ;-) 

Like some days there is just not enough caffeine in the world to go around.

Today's one of those days.  I have so much stuff I want to write about, but I just don't have the creative energy to compose anything clever or witty or thoughtful or even original. (that last statement implies that I think I usually do write clever, witty, and thoughtful stuff.  Well, let me re-phrase.  I usually attempt to . . . oh, never mind.  It's not important right now.)

It's a terrible problem for a lexophile (lover of words) like myself.
I could just weep.
Or. . . I could just post something I found in my inbox. =D

For Lexophiles:

A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.

A will is a dead giveaway.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

A backward poet writes inverse.

In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.

A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed. (this one is my favorite =D)

You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

A plateau is a high form of flattery.

If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.
Note: No trees were killed in the sending of this message, but a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.

(Thanks, Susan Dahlink!)

~ We'll return tomorrow to our regularly scheduled blogging. ~