It has come to my attention that, in certain circles, I have been referenced as "the scourge of the internet," among less flattering and unprintable epithets.
I thought I would embroider it in needlepoint and hang it over my computer, but I really don't have time right now. I also thought about making a nice header for my blog, but don't have the html savvy to do that.
So, I decided a title change was in order.
Hope y'all like it!
With muchisimas gracias to Deege for the banner!
Wow Ronni. That is very impressive!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should have it embroidered on a T-shirt. I'm sure I could get it put on a coffee mug.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deege! I am very impressed with your abilities.
ReplyDeleteKudos!
What!!?
ReplyDeletePersonally, I'd like to know what you have done, to earn this label.
I'm assuming the is a 'pot/kettle' scenario here.
It is very funny, though! You always have something funny and interesting, over here!
Luv ya!
It's a mystery, Mgt! LOL
ReplyDeleteSorry about the typos.
ReplyDeleteI think it is all rather hysterical, Ronni. You are one of the kindest people around. So what, if you are funny as heck!
Those who dish it out, should learn to take it. Words really don't harm anyone...it's all a myth!
Or, growing a backbone and thicker skin, could be another option. Snort!
Well, this post is me growing a backbone and a thicker skin! Check your email!
ReplyDeleteI wasn't referring to you, Ronni.
ReplyDeleteIt's my English...it's not too good, you know.
BTW, are foreigners welcome here?
LOL
I know you weren't, but it does apply.
ReplyDeleteWe are a haven for foreigners, here at Scourge City!
No wonder I feel so comfy here. You are always rooting for the underdog, Ronni
ReplyDeleteThank Gawd I haven't managed to grow a backbone, yet (and my skin is paper-thin with age). Otherwise that spot on the floor, where I sleep, would be killing me.
Man, I crack myself up, at times! chortle, chortle!
I'm gonna give you some peace, now, Ronni
"And I shall have some peace there
ReplyDeleteFor peace comes dropping low--
Dropping from the veil of the morning
To where the cricket sings;
Where midnight's all a-glimmer
And noon's a purple glow
And evening's filled with the linnet's wings."
--Yeats