Before slapping marmalade on my rye-bread toast, I caught it trying to alert me to some dismaying prospect.
Although, come to think of it, maybe that expression is for its own circumstances.
Before slapping marmalade on my rye-bread toast, I caught it trying to alert me to some dismaying prospect.
Although, come to think of it, maybe that expression is for its own circumstances.
It is probably worried that the mole on its right cheek might be pre-cancerous.
Jim T – 🙂 That could be it, all right.
I just minutes ago discovered that bitter orange marmalade and Brie go passably well together on my gluten free dread.
Marion – Ah, another in the “sharp plus creamy” combos, like cream cheese and red pepper jelly, and peanut butter with horseradish on saltines. Good to know. As for the bread you’re using, I think “gluten free dread” qualifies as a Freudian slip. 🙂
Lol didn’t see that. Freudian for sure!!
Marion – This is why we had jobs (well, one of the many reasons): It’s close to impossible to check your own work.
Ha ha ha ha ha. You’ve always been comical Isabel — keep it up :)!
Carla – Comical, perceptical, smart-aleckal – quite the trifecta. 🙂
You give new meaning to “a [w]ry[e] expression.”
Laurna – 🙂
Who’d a thunk a piece of bread would be staring at you?
Tom
Tom – IKR? A bit rude, really.