I guess today would be as good a day as any to reveal a secret. We all keep some secrets probably because thats all we can really have that is ours and ours alone. Unless we decide to share them, our secrets are our own personal property, almost tangible sometimes. Some people get giddy as soon as they get a secret, like HAH, I have a secret and it's mine, mine, mine! These are the people you see in the world with that funny look on their face and that crazy body language that lets everyone who sees them know, hey that guy has a secret! So whats the first thing you do when you see someone with a secret? You try to figure out what their secret is! In a way you are trying to steal their secret! Therein lies the problem, if you do manage to steal someones secret, guess what?...thats right, its no longer a secret! So you end up with pretty much nothing of value. You plot and scheme and the prize falls short. Great, what a waste of time. Secrets can be shared however, yes you and a good friend can share a secret and both get that stupid look and body language but it has to be done properly. You have to do a lot of verbal contracting, pinkie swearing and dancing around the subject before a secret can be passed on. You surely remember the contract from grade school..."cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!" Yeah its serious business this secret sharing stuff, don't screw it up! So that being said, needle in the eye contract binding to all parties forthwith, blah blah blah... my secret is that im secretly enjoying this blogging stuff and I have a co-writer. He is known as 'His Majesty The Cat' He's cool, he proofreads all my blogs and has in the past been known to type some words on his own. He types in cat language though so humans probably can't understand what he is writing. Here is his addition to todays blog, if you have a cat, let him/her look at the screen, Oh I think they will like what he has to say...bcv
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....ok guess he is done, must be funny he is laughing his ass off, hope you are too!!
That's Where I Live
4 years ago
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I knew you had a helper. That stuff about the caterpillars was simply too deep. Ok so I stole the cat from next door so that he could translate the message from HMTC. Neighbor Cat has indicated that your co-writer is actually an English Bull Dog who happened to find an old orange muff in your attic. It does not fit perfectly - it was made for a miniature camel named Toby who used to live in your house. Anyway, there is a huge excess of furr that fit over Toby's hump, but on HMTC, there's no hump so the furr keeps falling to his belly. He uses it as a coin purse which explains the jingle when he walks.
That is HIS big secret. Which would also explain the overeating and the noxious gas. (Neighbor Cat points out that since he lives with an exceptionally stupid Irish Setter, he can read UK canine - which is the language HMTC is writing in.)
My password was mutsat . Ha!
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