A kind of singular event happened three weeks ago. And it has been swirling near the tops of the rose colored mists in the center this universe. So, maybe I can talk about it in conjunction with some of the other random swirling mists down here on The Blunt Edge.
A couple families in my ward have blogs as well. You may have seen them by checking my Recommended Reading section. They are a lot more prolific than I, and they utilize their blogs in a much different way. Their blogs are much like a sliding glass back door into their virtual family room. Nice feeling of where friends are welcome to come by and visit. The authors (the wives in the respective families) of these blogs made a couple posts that were just too… um… um… Oh what is that word I’m thinking of…?
Sweet? Precious? Funny? … Nah that makes it sound too sissy. Okay, so how does a guy describe the impression of something just oozing with all that good old maternal love and familial discovery and pleasantry without making it sound like he is inferring there is something Molly-ish about it? I don’t know that a guy can effectively. One of those natural man type things I think. It is kind of like trying to indicate you appreciate the beauty of the loving touch and art form represented in scrap-booking even if one does not find a lot of personal utility in it as a personal hobby.
Swirling mists of rose-colored bluntness indeed! I just derailed myself! Okay, getting back on topic, how about the word “Endearing?” Yeah, that works for me to describe the posts of these dear, kind-hearted friends. Anyway, in the typical grand Mr. Sensitive fashion Yours Truly is legend for; I post a comment to their respective blogs under my incognito persona sharing in the humor, forgetting they don’t know who it is. One of them informs me at church she temporarily freaked out they were being blog-stalked until her husband reassured her who it was. I had made mention to the other friend of her post and my comment next time I saw her at Church so that she could put it all together without freaking out, but had forgotten to mention it to the first.
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