I was perusing the wonders of The Quilted Bear, when lo! I stumbled upon this beautiful butterfly.
Now, some of you may have noticed that the comments got all aflutter in my last post on Creative Dating. A few people, pulled out their holier-than-thou rug, stood on it, and chastised me. More people responded by trying to pull that rug out from under them. It was exciting! And honestly, honestly, it was great. Even when I was called to repentance. I loved it! It’s not like I’m not used to it by now. If you want to take the moral high ground and tell me that where I’m standing is muddy and full of mud and muddiness, you go on and do that. That’s what this blog is for. Also, on the other hand if you want to defend me or my statements and lather up the swears, do it! This blog isn’t censored. We are okay with the swears. We are okay with vulgarities. We are okay with prudes, luddites, hippies, dippies, sailor mouths, mollies, and moolies (I made that last one up). If this blog isn’t for you, fine. Okay, that makes me sad, because I like you! Stay! Have fun discussing the weirdness of Utah County. If it is hard for you, grow a second skin, or hey, have one of mine. I haven’t showered in like two days and this one is peeling right off.
LOVE ONE ANOTHER, sayeth the Floozy and The Weird Butterfly of Wisdom.