During my search for convenience, I was led to my drawer of colorful socks, slightly scrambled. There’s where my thought process exploded!
1- Every week, all those laundered beauts have to be sorted and matched while folding.
2 - If I’m not really careful when I go out in the morning, @ one of my feet might not both be the same!
3 - All those snazzy colors are hidden by cowboy boots anyhow.
4 - Let’s go with nothing but black, no sorting or folding required.
5 - Settled, we’re going with black.
Lessons learned;
1- There is charcoal black, gray black. green black, brown black, blue black and black black simply mentioning a few.
2 - Just to be safe, don’t ever remove both cowboy boots at the same time at the same place.
3 - Before black, everybody figured a sock mismatch, when worn, was intentional.
4 - There are 24 shades of black in 12 pairs of socks.
5 - Settled, when I decided to go with black, I should have bought my entire sock collection off the same hook!
Maybe I should change to blue.

@ Borrowed from “What is the difference between a duck?
There isn’t any, one of its feet are both the same.”

(I’d like to see this one illustrated)

To watch a chicken hunt and peck,
Really makes me laugh!
I think I’ll give her a long, long neck
Like is on top of the tall giraffe.

The duck needs legs like the kangaroo’s
But, her toes’ll be in the way when she jumps!
So I’ll have to also provide new shoes,
A pair of boots, or some pumps.

The camel’s humps bounce and shake.
They were surely meant as a prank.
I’ll put them onto the skinny snake,
So she can no longer hide under a plank.

Ms. Turtle as always, longing for speed,
Slowly sneaks under the giraffe.
We’ll wait till he’s stretched way out to feed,
Then we’ll steal his bottom half!

The elephant packs a mighty trunk,
And she certainly carries it well,
It really belongs on the front of the skunk,
To lift his nose up over the smell.

The zebra yearns to play in the dirt,
But his clothes are much too precise.
I need to find him some old pig’s shirt,
That no longer looks very nice.

We could probably go on for an hour or two,
Making all these wrong things right.
But really, there’s way too much to do?
I don’t want to stay up all night!

Have you ever stepped off your front porch in the morning and felt something attacking your food chute? Automatically your hand slaps your face, then you see Ms Spider with that twinkle in her eye as though she had just successfully completed another goal. How on this earth did she get that web from one bush to the other, horizontally across the sidewalk? Can Spiders Fly After Dark?
Actually, spiders can’t fly either before or after dark, I read that Ms Spider depends on chance. She spins a long, thin, sticky web and waits for the wind to pin it onto something before she carefully crawls out on it and adds to it to strengthen it behind her.
That’s how writing for blogstream is. A person starts with thin threads of chance and hopes they will be blown into inviting ears. The original train of webs can then be built on to strengthen one’s readership position.
AGREE?

You’ve maybe heard about the older man who was asked by a child, “Do you sleep with your long beard on top of the covers or under the covers?”
Why, I leave it above ------- no wait, I believe I tuck it under, you know what, I don’t know. I’ll check it out tonight and let you know tomorrow.” The beard was about 14” long and over 30 years old.
That night when the older man went to bed, he remembered the child’s question. He would keep his promise and deliver his answer in the morning. He left his beard above the covers, that didn’t seem right. Then he tucked his beard under the covers. That wasn’t comfortable either, above, underneath, above, underneath, sat up in bed and threw the covers clear off!
Tried to go to sleep again. Above, underneath, above, underneath, got up and got totally out of bed.
“This is ridiculous, I’m going to forget about the child’s question and simply go to sleep.” But try as he might, the beard was in the way and all sleep had escaped the bedroom. The older man finally got up, shaved off his beard and went to sleep.
Could we always explain the things we take for granted?

Over dishes to be done,
I bend in the middle.
When collecting trash has begun,
I bend in the middle.
When putting socks on my feet,
re-arranging bills to look neat,
Or look for something to eat,
I bend in the middle.
When I’m raking the yard,
I bend in the middle.
When I’m laughing real hard,
I bend in the middle.
When I pull up my boot,
Destroy a weed by its root,
Or gather clothes from the chute,
I bend in the middle.
While cooking and baking,
I bend in the middle.
When throw rugs need shaking,
I bend in the middle.
While doing inspections,
Wiping dusty collections,
Or making toddler connections,
I bend in the middle.
When I‘m reading a book,
I bend in the middle.
When I take a close look,
I bend in the middle.
When I‘ve cleaned wall to wall,
Finished tasks large and small,
And I stand proud and tall,
I bend in the middle.