I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.
This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.
Once upon a time there was a fly who had a very sensitive nose. He ended up joining a beehive, and spent the rest of his life sniffing flowers and honey.
This
tree, when we were walking up to it, was in full bloom- covered in
large white flowers that, from a distance, looked like magnolia. As we
got closer, some of the flowers started to lift off; by the time we
were within a hundred yards, it was bare, and the sky full of egrets
