Your toes are cold, your hair's not right, your tummy's gotten lumpy.
Maybe your friends are far away or your family's all mad,
Your circumstances are a bust and generally make you sad.
Perhaps you've lots of work to do which you would rather not
(and procrastination can be fun, but leaves you feeling taut).
Your mind might simpuhly be caught in a nasty, grumpy snow
Where even nice things make you scowl -- I know that feel, bro.
But don't despair, you angered or annoyed or ill-provoked,
Lift up your heavy drooping eyes, forsake your lack of hope!
For there was n'er an ailing heart which could not be made better
By a tiny Scottish pony, in a Scottish pony sweater.
Or maybe two:
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| Pictures discovered by Tom here, who then emailed them to Mercina, who emailed them to me, who shared them with you because I'm kind and want you to have pretty things. |
This is truly the best tourist marketing ever. I've never wanted to go anywhere as much as I want to go to Scotland. Right. Now.
ReplyDeleteI think these may have been my exact words after seeing these pictures for the first time. And now the emotion has outgrown want; I feel like I *need* to go to Scotland. Immediately.
DeleteI'm in.
DeleteTake me with you!!!!
DeleteSweet poem! Is there no talent amongst you 5 sisters that doesn't exist? (Is that sentence a double negative?) Am I green with envy? YES!
ReplyDeleteSweet sweet ponies too. Who knits their sweaters?? That's alotta darnin yarnin!
To answer your question -- Math. All math. Ever.
DeleteAlso science.
And dance.
Any type of general coordination or athletic ability.
There are more, but I forget them right now. Now that I think about it, most of us have pretty bad memories, too.
Speak for yourself. I dance awesome.
DeleteUmmm... I would add cleanliness to the all-but-Mercina-and-liberty list.
DeleteHaha! I love this. And I love you, Glorianna! Brightens any day ;)
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