Little Joys of Life: Dancing Monsters

BGOBGAI! Quickie:

For those Birubegjans that have been here for a while, you probably know that I have a tedency to point out negative things more than positive.  It’s not on purpose, mind you, its just something I’ve learned to deal with.  That being said, however, here’s something that actually made me happy…if not a little embarrassed as a guy:

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Yes, it’s a solar power dancing Frankenstein monster.  My mummy gave it to me (bad pun, but accurate).  There it sat, right on top of my dashboard in my car.  And, as I sat there complaining about the idiotic drivers in front of me (Yes, I was talking to myself, but with the invention of Bluetooth, everyone does it so no one can tell I’m wacky), it nodded in agreement with everything I said.

Now, before you call for my ouster as the El Presidente of Birubegja, I will tell you that I know it’s just an inanimate object.  But ladies, when you are speaking to your husbands, aren’t we all basically inanimate objects when we just say “Yes, dear?”

Your thoughts?

Published by Alan Reese

Greetings blog wanderers and seekers of truth, or whatever truth appears to be from the mind of a warped individual. You have reached the inner sanctum of some guy named Alan. Having graduated college sometime shortly after the Earth cooled, he finds himself in his late 30's and working out in the real world. His humor is dry and his outlook not so serious and somehow has picked up the nasty habit of writing about himself in the third person. He is married with child and loves his family, sports and, of course, his beloved video games...likelihood of his growing up? Not good. Are you an established site or magazine looking for a writer? Drop me a line if you are interested.

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