No Inspiration

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!

I got nuthin’. Mebbe tomorrow.

9 thoughts on “No Inspiration

  1. No one can say you aren’t frank about it! But seriously is this not (pardon me Mr. Adams) The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul cooking-wise? Too rainy and cold to cook outdoors, the only produce that is in season (and then only barely) are tired old root vegetables, bruised and unhappy apples and pears and slightly dried out oranges.
    We are feeling a bit uninspired over at TMC too, let me tell you.
    Roll on summer!!

  2. Hey Scott,
    I’m tryin’ man. I’ve got an idea stewing. Picked up two whole rabbits yesterday, fer easter.
    I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

  3. I feel you brother, I feel you. Hey, look on the bright side: see those green weeds sprouting up between your feet? That means more food for the farm animals, which in turn means more pork, beef, and chicken for us! (I know that probably didn’t make you happy, but hey, I’m tryin’.) We need to do the inverse of a Native American Rain Dance. Let’s to a Biggles-Rain-Go-Away Dance!