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The little things…

Here's some little things that always cheer me up, no matter how crappy everything else is.
The cat retired early at 10 yrs old from varmint hunting. Now he spends his days sleeping in the recliner, looking out the window, playing with twist ties and just whines and fakes affection when his food bowl is empty. I aspire to live his life someday.
The white fluffy one is a Tibetan that we paid way too much for. She always knows when I don't feel well. She administers first aid by incessantly licking my hand until I tell her good job and that feel much better. Then she will curl up in my legs and hang tight until I'm mobile.
I picked up the black dog used and much cheaper. My step daughter was fostering him for a shelter and had him for one day. We went to visit and I asked if I could have him overnight. They were instantly buddies. Never gave him back. Pretty sure it was a record for the fastest adoption.
 

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Screensavers, one in particular, keeps rewarding me. It's a little thing, too true. I don't think we even need screensavers anymore, do we? — old monitors used to pack it in, if you left an image, or some text, in one place for too long. Those were the days:wacky:

The word 'bullyrag' appeared out of nowhere, today. I had no idea this was a word, at least there was no recall, this time 'round. What a lovely word it is — almost a story within itself. It means to 'intimidate by bullying' or 'to vex by teasing,' or to 'badger.'

Words blow me away. Can't tell you why. I think it's because they help thoughts blossom. They turn up, unannounced like this, all the time — sometimes they materialize out of the ether, sometimes they scuttle out of my addled head like gremlins and start doing the macerena in the middle of my manuscript. (Pleases me no end, honestly. I find it quite bizarre.) I'll be waiting patiently now for bullyrag to burst out, into the blooming blankness, and begin to boogie-woogie.

Ballyrag's another brother for bantering's bully pulpit; ballyragged, bullyragging, both be brethren bouncers on the door of some distant dialogue's dimly lit dance floor. I hope they do show up. Most do, most out of the blue. It's a worry;)

This screensaver's a paradoxical genie of a thing. If I lose my drive, slumping into a semi-stupor, it'll fire up, out of nowhere, bright baby blue, and it'll sometimes whack me with its wordy whimsy, weird words, apparitions, swim across the screen, make a scene, a dreaming Genie with the bright eloquence.
 
Screensavers, one in particular, keeps rewarding me. It's a little thing, too true. I don't think we even need screensavers anymore, do we? — old monitors used to pack it in, if you left an image, or some text, in one place for too long. Those were the days:wacky:
I love being able to customize everyday things like screensavers and desktop backgrounds/wallpapers. It's just nice to fire up the laptop and see exactly what image I want to see. And if I've been away from it for a few minutes, a slideshow of my favorite images comes up.
 
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Too day: poem generator coughs up tendentious. Ten dentures. Decca dent-chatta. Couldn't we have eleven-dentious? What a racket that would make. Theirs always room for one maw.

Tendentious, near enough to a stutter, as though your lower lip just got stuck somehow in amongst all the prosthetic ruminations. Merryummy mocks mad me — I maybe 'marked by a tendency in favor of a particular point of view : biased.' Two assed? Oh key. D'oh! key.
 
My dog is great. She’s such a good girl and always minds my fiancé and I. Every morning she lets herself out of her crate (she learned how to open the door on her own), hops into bed, and immediately lays on my stomach to say good morning. Always makes me smile.
Yep...nothing like waking up with a smile to start the day.
 
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