I’m being attacked by allergens *sneeze*
And I’m extreeeeemely bored
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~The Spider and the Fly~
"Will you walk into my parlour?"
Said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlour
That ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour
Is up a winding stair;
And I have many curious things
To show you when you're there."
"Oh, no, no," said the little fly;
"To ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
Can ne'er come down again."
I'm sure you must be weary, dear,
With soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?"
Said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains all around,
The sheets are fine and thin,
And if you want to rest awhile,
I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh, no, no," said the little fly;
"For I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again
Who sleep upon your bed!"
Said the cunning spider to the fly,-
"Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection
I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry
Good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome-
Will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh, no, no," said the little fly,
"Kind sir, that cannot be;
I've heard what's in your pantry,
And I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature!" said the spider,
"You're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings,
How brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass
Upon my parlour shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said,
"For what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good-morning now,
I'll call another day."
The spider turned him round about,
And went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon come back again.
So he wove a subtle web
In a little corner sly,
And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again,
And merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly,
With the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple,
There's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright,
But mine are dull as lead!"
Alas! alas! how very soon
This silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words,
Came slowly flitting by!
With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
Then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes,
And green and purple hue-
Thinking only of her crested head-
Poor foolish thing! At last
Up jumped the cunning spider,
And fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair,
Into his dismal den:
Within his little parlour,-
But she ne'er came out again!
And now, dear little children
feeds Who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words,
I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor
Close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale
Of the Spider and the Fly.
~Mary Howitt, Circa 1829~Currently in Atlanta, GA
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6 January 2009 @ 01:39
- Temp: 61°F
- Humidity: 100%
- Wind: S at 10 mph, gusting to 16 mph
- Dew Point: 61°F
- Barometer: 29.83" Hg (1010 hPa)
- Clouds: overcast
- Conditions: light rain & mist
- Visibility: 3 miles
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We still doing coffee tonight? I mean, this terrible blizzard isn’t going to keep us in, is it? We might get caught in an avalanche.
OMG ~ Cafe Intermezzo! I’ll hook the sled up to Why & Winnie and we’ll make it there one way or the other ~ blizzard or no!
Halleluja! Where there’s a will there’s a way!!
Actually I think the plans might have been moved until next Tuesday. *phew* Good thing ~ had we been caught in the blizzard it would have been Donners Pass all over again ;-p
Donners Pass!! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Now I have a very funny, yet disturbing, visual. Thanks. ;-p
So next Thursday? Well, damn. Fine! I see how it is! The Yankee is afraid of the half inch of snow! Wuss!!!! Hehehehehehehe!
Nononono…it’s the silly Southerners sliding in the snow that I’m afraid of! Actually, not even Southerner’s in general, rather the obnoxious ‘Precision German Driving Machine’ operators that lack any common sense when it comes to driving. For some odd reason they feel their $50,000 autos make up for their stupidity *shrug* The Beemer-ites are a hazard in good conditions…sludgy roads make them a menace. Ashford-Dunwoody Road is lousy with them *bleh*
Yeah, you have a good point there. So! Gym tonight? Hehehehehe…I’m all motivated and stuff.
BTW ~ I was only kidding about the Southerner comment ~ it was all for your benefit ;-p My biggest peeves are drivers of the mini-van persuasion and the aforementioned Beemer-ites and their ilk.
We rescheduled for next Tuesday ~ is that OK for you?
Yeah, next Tuesday is good for me.
Yeah, I’d like to go to the gym. I’m feeling a little underwhelmed by my workout last night. I’m barely sore…except for the spot in my spine that clicked with each leg lift. I was walking like Quasimodo this morning ‘cuz of it ;-p
Ooooh, ouch!
I’m not sore, either. Blech. So tonight we kill ourselves, right? ;-)
Definitely! But you have to promise to push my wheelchair around the clubs for me…I’d hate to touch the wheels after rolling through club-muck.
Ewwwwwww…But I can’t push your wheelchair around. I’ll be too busy falling down the stairs. I’m sure we can pay some little 18 year old kid in black lipstick and crow makeup to push around. Hell, we probably won’t even have to pay him!
I’m sure we can get our mutual ex-stalker, Blonde Boy, to do the pushing ;-p
Oh yeah! Whatever happened to him, anyway? Maybe he pissed one too many boyfriends off…Too bad. He would’ve made a good wheelchair pusher.
*saves you from the allergen monsters*