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I promise this will be the last Blue Grey for a while. I thought this was a little unusual being that I never saw this type of action before in the many hundreds I've taken of this species, but this is it, promise next will be other species of Warblers.
Liquid marshmallow that tastes like caramel and has the texture of soft-serve ice cream. :-)
Recipe from Ideas in Food:
blog.ideasinfood.com/ideas_in_food/2010/09/burnt-sugar-fl...
I hear its common, but the common thing sounds liike a lot of bull . I mean, there was a time i thought she was going through a phase--god bless her heart, i love it when she does--but to last...this long?, it breaks my heart.
Feels like yesterday; Grey screen, black and white snow flake of a memory, i worried about her strong will to cuddle.
Yes, cuddle. You may ask, as is quite the big question among the socially lubricating couples, do men like to cuddle?
Would you like me to tell you the answer? well, every man is different, and i to his own possessing appeite, have enjoyed my fair share of nightime snuggle partners as a child.
I was built for comfort; fluffing my body bag every night to provide her with a relaxing slumber,offering a supple shoulder and a warm tummy.
I didnt want to make her feel unwanted,...
and here i was. Seems the tide has turned, pushing me outward, leaving me to my own devices, which, amounted to no more than butter sticks as arms.
i feel unwanted. would someone throw me a life preserver?
Feels like yesterday, we were lying in bed,--as we do every night--tangled inseperately together.
The only light was that of the moon, beaming through our bedroom window, casting a glow upon our faces. In that moment, i'd knew in the morning my arm would wake to an unceasing numbness. A pain that will last for hours, even after morning routine of showering, shaving, eating and driving to work. God bless her heart. I miss those nights. I miss those mornings.
Now, i feel unwanted, replaced by a body pillow. "Babe", i whispered, " Do you want to lay your head on my chest?" she looked at me for a long hard moment--and ill say it was worth the shot every night i asked--and i swear, she fell asleep right in front of me. But instead of my marshmellow-ee self wrapped around her, it was a body pillow in my place. Damn thing gets more action than stretch armstrong. I dont see what all the fuss is about.
wait.
left to her own devices?...oh no.
what if, and i truly hate stating theoretically, she decides to have another pillow join her wiggle worm slumber dance. A manage toi of fluffyness. Where does that leave me?
'Hey hun, how are things on the other end?'
I feel like roughing something up, or fluffing something up? in that matter.
i gotta see what all the fuss is about.
*day 9* 3.6.5.
The plastic lining from a fluff container.
(Reminds me of Jack Skellington from "The Nightmare Before Christmas"... or Mike from "Monster's Inc.")
The micro fluff is the newest (and smallest!) member of the Pocket Fluff family!
This little one is about 1 inch tall and 1.5 inches wide.
He's made of an orange faux fur.
His face was hand painted by me using artist quality acrylics and sealed with a matte varnish.
Pocket Fluffs are able to stand on their own. :)
The Pocket Fluff Monsters are made from my original design.
****Please Note:
The micro pocket fluffs are VERY small. I only recommend this size for adult collectors.****
September 2013
Photos by Linda Gritz. The annual festival in Union Square, Somerville, Massachusetts honoring the invention of Marshmallow Fluff.
I have never received fluffing instructions before, but this is what happens when you buy a pillow on Amazon. The pillow arrives compressed with a page of fluffing instructions. The sheet titled Fluffing Instructions tickled my finny bone. Perhaps we are expected to make another online order (for tennis balls) but we opted to do it the old fashioned way: just punch it up manually.
Picked up a few crow feathers today on my garage sale ride.
Here is a pellet going through one.
Cheers.
If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
~ Winnie the Pooh
Another of the Kranz household. Fluff is a long haired tabby (hence her name) who was adopted from being a stray.
I found this old burnt, rusted can out in the desert. As I reached down and picked it up for a closer look, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, movement off to the left of the can and did what any calm, cool, collective person would do ... I chucked it, screamed in a high pitched voice, SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction. As I stood out in the hot desert sun, I came to the conclusion that no spider could have withstood the light speed force of which I chucked it and therefore had to have fallen off.
I slowly made my way back to the can, carefully looking on the ground for the big vicious creature that had once occupied the object I desired. Once again, I came upon the can. Confident it was gone, I picked up the old tin object and began examining it once more when movement caught my again. Like an outfielder throwing to Home Plate I chucked the can across the desert floor, screamed SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction.
Noticing the commotion, a man came over to find out what was happening. I explained I wanted the can but a giant man eating spider would not give it up. He walked over to the can laying in the sand and picked it up, I heard the words, Is This Piece Of Fluff and Twig What Your Afraid Of? He held is hand out holding the can for me to examine. Feeling stupid, I walked over to see. Sure enough, a piece of fluff and twig were what I was seeing. I reached out to take my can back when I noticed a small movement on the sleeve of the mans shirt. Of course I did what any calm, cool, collective person would do, I picked him up, chucked him, screamed in a high pitched voice, SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction
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