As usual, I’m winging it here this morning, which seems particularly appropriate on National Chicken Boy Day.
I’ll be winging it today as I facilitate two therapy groups and prepare to meet a new electrophysiologist/cardiologist tomorrow. Next week, I’ll be winging it down south for my vacation.
Do you see anybody winging it in my images for today?
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Winging it makes even more sense on National No Rhyme (Nor Reason) Day.
Orange you glad that this woman whose hair is silver and who often wears purple is winging it with spirit in the month of September?
Here’s what I find when I’m winging it on YouTube.
Any chance you’ll be winging it in the comments section, below?
Thanks to all who are winging it, here and now, including YOU.
We have 4 chickens. I’ll let them know the good news!
Thanks for sharing the good news!
and yet another thing I learned from your blog! Chicken boy
It’s always so great to see you!
Every photo of the water and distant skyline is a work of art! I continue to love them!
I’m just winging it, Debbie, and I’m so glad you love my photos!
I have never heard of Chicken Boy but what a great idea!
I had never heard of Chicken Boy either, Maureen!
I kind of feel like we all just wing it through life, doing the best we can – it’s a series of improv skits at times
I kind of feel that way too, beth. It’s wonderful winging it together with you.
One of my favorite lines on the subject of poetry is from Educating Rita. When Frank uses “The Wild Swans At Coole” and the words “swan” and “stone” as an example of assonance Rita says, “Means getting the rhyme wrong.”
And I’m glad to see Joan is no chicken when it comes to going outside.
You’re no chicken either, my friend.