Sorry but, who is from Minneapolis on my feedjit, you come every day but I dont know who you are.
A poem by Wendy Cope
Being Boring
If you ask me 'What's new? ', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
Sorry about the link. Don't click, well u can if you want but it's nothing.
href="http://www.solarnavigator.net/animal_kingdom/animal_images/cat_yawning_canine_teeth.jpg">




This is what January is, a yawn. It seems like all the animals agree.