This is a test.

This is only a test.

If this were a real comment, Strumpet would become flustered were it not to go through.

Therefore, no flustering here.

Because this is only a test.

If the test succeeds…

Yay!

people. We come together. We live our lives. We try…

tell the biggest stories.

Technically the journal and daily photo are on different systems. So they can have different rules about comments.

Want to hear a funny story? Too bad, I am writing it anyway.

I have been told that my father, wonderful man, wanted my mother, lovely woman, to name me Jeremiah. Why would he want to name me Jeremiah? Why because Jeremiah was a bullfrog and he was a good friend of mine.

I am not kidding.
Thankfully my mother prevailed with good sense.

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

Singin’
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

~~three dog night

luv, Strumpet

p.s. I’m glad I can comment now.

New t-shirt:

I am not Spam!

Ode to Joy, its what
they call the song. It
was a poem to begin
with and Beethoven put it
to music. Of all the
works of all of man,
all the art in all
the world, Ode to Joy
is the pinnacle of human
creation. “All men will become
brothers Under thy gentle wing.”

This photo here needed a little work in the GIMP before it became one of the ready for prime time players. I don’t know how natural it looks to you, but I took the reflection in the glass and made it more rich without changing the rest of the image.

They just gave her new grandson an injection.

And he has 4 grandmothers. That makes for 9 grandparents. I started with four and am very lucky that I still have 3.

Thanks Strumpet, there will be a handful more of them as time goes on.