Little Sticks and Big Sticks
I have a friend whom I admire very much for her ability to speak up. She sometimes might not walk softly enough but she carries a really big stick with which she wops adversaries on the head. Like Gabrielle. (Hey, am I the only one tickled absolutely pink that some lonely scientist has named this new “planet” outside the orbit of Pluto “Xena”? And its moon, “Gabrielle”? Tickled, tickled, tickled).
I, on the other hand, have only a little stick. Like a toothpick. Sometimes this is fine, but sometimes (like when mothers-in-law assume that you’re cooking vegetarian moussaka) a bigger stick would come in handy. This is perhaps a roundabout way of saying that all is well here, but that my tendency to avoid unnecessary conflict is being tested.
I wallop with a big stick. The adverse situation is that I also have a big foot and a big mouth. It all comes together in the end.
Moussaka is delicious. I prefer it with beef and REAL ricotta cheese. Eggplant is a good and wonderful plant.
Those images you picked are very funny. I really appreciate pictures added to a blog entry. The choice of image really emphasizes the particular blogger’s point or attitude. Fun, fun.