The goops they lick their fingers The goops they lick their knives They spill their broth on the tablecloth Oh the goops they live untidy lives. The goops they talk while eating And loud and fast they chew. And that is why I am glad that I am not a goop. Are you?
visiting from paris parfaits blog; enjoyed your variety of inspiration and eye candy here - even got a chuckle out of your grandbaby in the johnny jumpup clear at the bottom; that was my youngest favorite as a baby
I love this!!! It reminds me of the poem:
ReplyDeleteThe goops they lick their fingers
The goops they lick their knives
They spill their broth on the tablecloth
Oh the goops they live untidy lives.
The goops they talk while eating
And loud and fast they chew.
And that is why I am glad
that I am not a goop.
Are you?
hee hee, it is fun, and if you feel mellow and aren't in a rush to clear up the dishes, it just adds to the ambience!
ReplyDeleteTotall wonderful!
ReplyDeleteps. I love your description "from totally dead to hauntingly beautiful" on your website...genius!
Lidy
Whimsical and Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI love it when style and humour mix so well!
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever idea.
ReplyDeletevisiting from paris parfaits blog; enjoyed your variety of inspiration and eye candy here - even got a chuckle out of your grandbaby in the johnny jumpup clear at the bottom; that was my youngest favorite as a baby
ReplyDeleteNot Portugal, but Poland.
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