Published on 12, July, 2020
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, which is in my kitchen, waiting for something to finish cooking in my microwave.
As I will be eating shortly, one might well wonder why I chose to sign in, or why I feel compelled to share this uninteresting news with you.
Well, I did not know that within 5 minutes of me signing in, my son was going to ask if I fancied something to eat, which I do... because I'm hungry. So, now I'm sitting here thinking, "Don't get too involved with the forum discussions, or at least not until after I've eaten."
"That's all well and good", you might think, "but why are you telling us all this?"
Um, I have no idea. None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Sparkly accepts no responsibility whatsoever for the effect this most peculiar discussion may have on anyone who views it... unless the effect is laughter, in which case she definitely does.
Acknowledgments: Sparkly would like to thank all members who have contributed to this discussion.
Whilst Sparkly knows she is without a doubt completely bonkers, or at least she was when she originally created this post (and hopes she still is now and always will be), Sparkly is inclined to think she might not be alone in being bonkers, considering some of the contributions made to this discussion.
What species of pie? I’m guessing fish is off the menu for a little while
Fish. No, don't even go there!
The pie was of the steak species.
The cow is of the bovine ilk. one end moo, the other milk.
ogden Nash left out the other crucial component!
That’s very sweet.
Shardovan, fascinating fact for you, but you (and everyone else) have to promise to keep it a closely-guarded secret... My nickname for my son is Moo. To be honest, there are a lot of nicknames (or variations) I call him, depending on my mood... Paulie-moo, Moosie-moo, and also Jesus. The latter only applies when he's sporting a beard and hasn't had a haircut for a long time.