Spring is on the breeze
Pollen makes me sneeze
You can see it in the air
From those awful Bradford Pears

Cheese on the counter
Cheese on my chin
Cheese is the glue
That prevents me from being thin

One rotten dog
Lays on the couch
80 pounds of love
But people think he’s a grouch 

Kiss me when you come
Kiss me when you go
Kiss me on the cheek
Kiss me on the nose
Kiss me while I sleep
Kiss me in the snow
Kiss me when it hurts
Kiss me very slow

I’m sorry I snore
I would quit if I could
But while I’m wishing for stuff
I’d rather be on vacation for good

Lisa got pigs today
I made enchiladas 
John Alan rode in circles
Nothing rhymes with enchiladas 

I’m relieved I didn’t make any promises to anybody about what this blog was gonna be about. Y’all would be sorely disappointed. I’m hoping as hard as y’all do that inspiration will strike soon. Hopefully the weather will kick start something in the ol’ noggin’. I can’t fake it. Although I do enjoy the writing prompts on occasion, some of them are rather bleak. And some are so fantastical it just feels ridiculous.

I will say I’m often surprised by the people who read my stuff. It’s a bunch of rambling rot, for the most part (especially with this resolution writing) but I appreciate y’all who resolutely tune in for the latest installment of my….whatever this is.

In the meantime, here are my enchiladas. I’ll show y’all the pigs when I get better pictures.

Hope y’all have enjoyed your day. Mine has been a bit weird, as evidenced by today’s entry. I’m all over the place. I’ll be glad to run around barefoot. I swear I think it grounds me.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy