A new post

For what it's worth, you people stink. That was nearly the worst showing of a response I could imagine. (I said nearly, so don't get your knickers in knot Mom, Mom and Mom. Holly you can get them in a twist but not a knot, since you didn't even play, despite your posting.) Hence, the protracted absence of new posts. A punishment, if you will, for those who lurk or refuse to play, and think I am unaware. Now, I know, because I have a toddler who is solidly in the "I need correction and training" phase, that temporary removal of a cherished item is a splendid form of discipline. For N****, it would be Linus, his most precious blue blankie. When that stubby fingered hand feels the sateen underside forcibly sliding through his digits he takes off on a maroon making sob-fest akin to an over-protected Mama's Boy skinning his knee when the umbilical cord tightens and pulls him back with tumultuous force, completely derailing any attempt at a Big Boy Independence for which he may only distantly pine. That being said, let's find out what your Blue Blankie is. What would be the one thing for which your heart, soul and body yearns when it is eradicated from your circle of influence. Be it by force of God, man, or self. Be it for training, preservation, thievery, hygiene. Be it in your youth, your years to come. What have you. Just make sure you tell us what, how and why it is wrent from your bossom. Noah went first, your turn.