G’day! Byron the Quokka here. And would you believe it? No comments! Today so far, not one.
They’ve put me in charge of this comment contest. The object is to get 91,000 comments, with about 900 left to go. Whoever makes that comment will get a prize. A bicycle, if it’s up to me. But we don’t expect Lee to go that far.
Meanwhile, the human next door has erected this giant 10-foot tall inflatable ghost for Halloween and it’s scaring the pants off us all… or would be, if we wore pants. I wonder if we could offer that as a prize.
Alarming, isn’t it? Better send some comments, or we’ll have to turn him loose!
Hi! Here is a comment. LOL How are you doing?
First (and only!) one of the day so far! Keep it up and win some army men!
This week has been running the legs off me, but I’ve given the comments my best shot … which hasn’t been very good. As the saying goes, when you’re up to your hindquarters in alligators, it’s hard to remember that your mission was to drain the swamp. 😏
Phoebe, I’m up to my neck in alligators, is it too late to drain the swamp?
We just have to keep kicking those alligators away and scoop out the next shovelful (or tablespoonful) of swamp muck. If we stop, the alligators get us. 😛
Uh-oh… That’s starting to sound like stochastic terrorism.
Well, I’ll keep trying, but with the luck I’m having getting my comments to go through, I don’t know.
Ah, there you are!
Wow, what do you know! It went right through. Amazing.
(I worry about you when you don’t show up.)