After my Easter break from blogging everyday, I decided I wanted to post. Note the transfer of power in that statement. I decided to post, which means I now have the freedom not to. However, after posting everyday for 46 days straight, I feel the desire to continue. This just goes to further prove my belief that discipline builds character because it turns obligations into fun pass-times.
So, after I decided to post, I gathered together my brain trust.
After a heated discussion, they decided (like all selfish stuffed animals) that I should write about them and their impromptu meeting.
It started like any other meeting. I picked each one of them off of my shelf and gave them each a quick dusting. Thief (the pink lamb) lamented being pulled away from his precious two-face coin and frog shaped stone. I put him in charge on protecting them but, him being a thief and all, I'm pretty sure he's claimed them for himself. I then pulled Garfield from a lower shelf and arranged them in a nice little circle.
It was around this time that John walked back into the room and wondered aloud "what the hell I was doing". I explained that this was my brain trust but didn't say what I needed it for. He then gave me a look that said "you're fucking crazy but I'm not the least bit surprised".
I just wish I had the rest of my brain trust with me. Their circle would occupy the entire bed and with that kind of stuffed-animal-man-power at my disposal, no one would even dare think about calling me crazy, even with their eyes.
So now that we've conquered this post, my brain trust and I are going to solve some serious problems like world peace, or teen pregnancy, or what to eat because I'm hungry.
Angela
So, after I decided to post, I gathered together my brain trust.
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| My Brain Trust |
After a heated discussion, they decided (like all selfish stuffed animals) that I should write about them and their impromptu meeting.
It started like any other meeting. I picked each one of them off of my shelf and gave them each a quick dusting. Thief (the pink lamb) lamented being pulled away from his precious two-face coin and frog shaped stone. I put him in charge on protecting them but, him being a thief and all, I'm pretty sure he's claimed them for himself. I then pulled Garfield from a lower shelf and arranged them in a nice little circle.
It was around this time that John walked back into the room and wondered aloud "what the hell I was doing". I explained that this was my brain trust but didn't say what I needed it for. He then gave me a look that said "you're fucking crazy but I'm not the least bit surprised".
I just wish I had the rest of my brain trust with me. Their circle would occupy the entire bed and with that kind of stuffed-animal-man-power at my disposal, no one would even dare think about calling me crazy, even with their eyes.
So now that we've conquered this post, my brain trust and I are going to solve some serious problems like world peace, or teen pregnancy, or what to eat because I'm hungry.
Angela
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