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so the teapot shaped head evolved over time then

Full of joy, even then, eh Nad?

what a hadnsome young man!

handsome, oops the dyslexic computer took over....

Some people have neighbours like that.

Hell is...Ian Hislop.

Dressed as a baby.

Two of these characters were on my bus home tonight.

Hehe...What a cute idea! Wonderful illustration (even though I'm not fluent in Martian I enjoyed it all the same ;)

We look forward to the novel.

i wouldn't want to be a martian schoolkid. those look hard!

Do martians ever progress to joined writing?
I love your style!

my name in martian is $%£%^&*&%$%^

You need to have very large lips to actually make the sounds. I'm quite good in Martian. Caeke1, 38yui, Nads!

Very fun! Great idea, again, wonderful illustration!

:)
You set the bar high, sister, but thank you for saying it's the bar for the roller coaster -- true! This really will be (scary) fun.

I couldn't get your words out of my mind (the form holds you up), so that became the first line of my very first (and very weak) sonnet. I need to practice, practice, practice.

I did wake last night with lines of iambic pentameter in my head, so I know I'm in the right frame of mind.

And as for euchre, I'm with you, and will be your partner any day. I even know how to keep score!

Oh, you always come up with such challenging ideas! I want to play around with a sonnet now. I'll be awful at it, I know, and I don't really have time, but ... oh, wait, yes I do. I'll do it with the kids and we'll call it school. After all, life and writing ... that IS school.

Rhyme is not the boss of me. There are days I would've disagreed, but phew -- thanks -- how freeing. This is a lovely funny post that will only be exceeded, I know, by the unveiling of the actual sonnet! (PS -- when the pie's all gone, there's always ice cream...)

How I love this post, the way you feed us advice one delicious spoonful at a time. It almost gives me the courage to sonnetize! I fear I'll need 100 pies before I get up the nerve.
The crown is going to be spectacular!

Oooh, you have really whet my appetite for this sonnet crown. And pie. But mostly the sonnets.

~eisha

Sonnet pie. Sounds good to me.

I can't wait to see what y'all write.

Yummmm... pie!

Thanks for inspiring us to write poetry and especially enjoy a piece of pie!

I shall eat pie while I read the sonnet.

-- Jules

One could make *more* pie.

And, Sara, you play Euchre??? Why weren't we playing Euchre in Chicago? We must remember this the next time we meet IRL. I can *totally* count cards when I'm playing Euchre (not when I'm playing Hearts, though, there's way too many cards in that game for that).

This is really going to get me going. I am going to have to make some pie today and work on my rusty sonnet muscles. Thank you!

I typed in my word verification and deleted my last comment. Must get coffee.

I've a weakness for lemon meringue pie. I'll take some with what I know will be a luscious, powerful crown sonnet.

I tagged you for a meme.

Nice post. If only it were always easy to tell whether the pleather pants are a find or a mistake.

Perhaps I should write a sonnet about Euchre, pleather, and pie? Hmmmm. I believe that would be highly returnable.

Hence my confusion entirely when I assumed rhubarb came from the south?! It's from the North?

I guess I have to wait for the story to unfold to learn more things about this strange pie.
:-)

Hence, MY confusion, Church Lady! I'm beginning to think that Rhubarb pie originated in my grandmother's kitchen!

Actually, it originated in China as a medicine. But, more about that, later

Hi Mary -

What? How could anyone not know what rhubarb is?

When I was a kid - everyone had gardens - and everyone had rhubarb growing in it - and every parent warned their kids never to eat the leaves.

There was always rhubarb something for desert when it came into season. ((Poor me - no amount of disguising this aweful plant with sugar or cinnamon or sugar or more sugar was enough for me. I couldn't stand it back then.))

Of course now I love the tart taste.

I had a friend who could eat it raw. UHG! I was sure she would die a horrible rhubarb death. Surely the leaves had touched the stalk at some point.

Oh well - Rhubarb I know. Collard greens and okra? What planet do those come from?

Dee

Oh, I'm so glad someone knows rhubarb!! Thanks for your comments, word.

I guarantee, if you'd eaten my grandmother's rhubarb pie, you woulda loved it! It was never too tart. Always the right amount of sugar. YUMMMMM!!

(I miss my grandma)

i grew up in NC, and i do know what it is, but only vaguely, to be honest. i've had rhubarb pie though!

now if you'd said okra, the southerners would be right with you!

My grandmother used to grow okra, too, Melissa. She would stew it with tomatoes, onions, and corn. Even as a kid, I loved it! I think most southerners eat it fried, though. I love it that way, too.

Speaking of fried; I had my first fried pickles when I moved to Georgia! Oh...they are the best!!!

Thanks for stopping by.