PROCEED WITH {CAUTION}: Pancake Injury

Okay, food and I have a love/hate relationship. I love to eat, but my beloved grub often causes me pain. Remember the story involving Starburst? If not, click here.

Remember that time I pulled my back out eating pancakes at Cracker Barrel? True story--and an embarrassing one! I guess I turned wrong and completely ticked off a muscle in my back. He's still ticked, by the way. When asked about my recent injury, it would be my delight to share a tale of heroic feat as I describe the details of how I rescued a baby from a burning building, wrestled an alligator, or climbed Mt. Everest. But I cannot tell a lie. I did it eating pancakes. End of story. You have been warned. Lift your fork with caution, my friends. My pain is your entertainment. You're welcome.

Oh, The Randomness. . .

ran·dom (rndm)

ADJECTIVE:

1. Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective: random movements.

Okay, so for today's post, I thought I'd hit you with some randomness. I just love the idea of haphazard ideas presented in an unsystematic fashion. Randomness requires so few brain cells and makes life more interesting, dontcha think? Perfect example: Napoleon Dynamite. I mean, for the most part, that movie has no form of plot or objective. It's just a whole bunch of random events involving chapstick, side ponytails, and voting for Pedro. Love it. With that said, let us ponder the question below, shall we?

We won't even talk about the fact that the snowman is holding a wreath and a one-eyed animal. . .

Fly Away

I have an announcement! Drum roll please. . . Poetic Culture made its first Etsy sale! Woot, woot! I had fun making this art and I hope the lady who purchased it enjoys it!