April 20, 2005
oh yeah!
Sometimes things slip my mind. It's not surprising, really. It happens to everyone, doesn't it? And last night, writing here slipped my mind.
I thought about it off and on all evening, but I guess those thoughts were mostly off when it came time for me to turn off the computer and go to bed. So no Dotty for anyone but me!
I'll tell you that you missed a whole bunch of stuff though!
First, I wrangled three escaped elephants. I massaged their ears with moisturizer and now they aren't wrinkled anymore. Monkeys came to look after the elephants, but they ran away again once they saw that the elephants were under my excellent care. Using their trunks and my hands, we wove golden tapestries with a Garden of Eden theme. Upon completion, the elephants bedecked themselves with those tapestries and went off to join the circus.
Next, following directions in my Literature by Women: The Traditions in English Norton Anthology, I made plans for a perfect society based on the strength of motherhood, sisterhood, and neighborhood. I used Robin Hood as my example of a male individual living in the Hundred Acre Wood, which is what the society was named. Ignoring questions of if we could or should or if it would be good, I completed my plan and submitted it to the Nobel committee. Upon receipt of my submission they sent me a fax immediately that told me of their startled surprise that such genius would be submitted by someone from America, of all places. They thought that if I'd lived somewhere else, the Falkland Islands, maybe, or an impoverished part of the French Riviera, they could award me the prize. Since the U.S. is overly represented, though, they could only fax me a smiley face hastily sketched by Picasso, many years ago.
With this kind of rejection, although made gentle by art, I found my way into bed where I dreamed of where buried gold is and how to make cold fusion work really well. I wrote the things down, but when I woke up a bit later, I thought it was unfair to keep these secrets and decided to burn the pages I wrote my secrets upon.
It's sad, but it's true.
At that point, I drank some warm milk and went to bed.
Tonight I hope to get more done.
Posted by dotty at April 20, 2005 09:17 PM