Words of wisdom dosed with good humour from my friend Rhonda
fick·le ˈfikəl/ adjective:
“changing frequently, especially as regards one’s loyalties, interests, or affection.”
No…not quite like that.
Here’s the thing…I was sitting on the porch this morning, as is usual, with my coffee and smokes, thinking…
“I love this” followed immediately by “I hate this”.
That thought alone, occupied my brain for the next 2 hours. Through my second cuppa, my third smoke, changing the sheets, checking my mail, taking my shower, love/hate, love/hate, love/hate…
Enough with the fickle pickle already!
So…to clear my head of this love/hate dialogue that was making my head spin, I thought I could put it down on paper and try to figure out if I am, in fact, ficklish. (That’s like being ticklish only not as much fun)
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There are days when I feel just like that
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Thank you Paula…with all you do, you still find time for you subjects. I am humbled, and grateful. 🙂
You are not a subject you are a friend and I will always have time for you 😀
I am definitely a friend…but will always think of you as my queen. From the beginning of my journey through the rabbit hole…you’ve been there. 🙂
I’m just bewildered. Maybe it’s my age.
xxx Hugs Galore xxx