Tuesdays...

...occasionally arrive with a twinge of pain and delight in new purchases.

In a more prosaic twist to my usual obscure entries here, I will announce, quite plainly, that I've gone and bought new shoes, two pairs of socks for me and one for a friend and a shirt. I also found an entertaining new flavor/color of lip gunk. Eet eez vurry tasty and golden-red.

There, I've done being boring now and shall resume my usual ridiculous blither-blather and pickle songs.

There is a man I've met in dreams
who sings a song of pickles.
His eyes are green and nose is red
and he's got a mustache that tickles!
He fights all night and sings all day,
ballades of the grandeur of pickles--
he sings of the green and briney juice,
and of the day when they cost but a nickle!
I do not claim to know his aims (or name),
this man who glorifies the humble pickle;
but his eyes are green and his hair is red
and he's got a mustache that tickles!