Wednesday, May 12, 2010
There is a Monster at the End of this Post
When I was a kid I had this book. I read it over and over and over. I don't know what ever happened to this book, but a few years ago I came across a used one and I bought it. Grover spends the entire book trying to convince the reader that he should not read the book.
Grover does not want the reader to reach the end of the book because there is a monster.
He "nails" pages down and then when you turn the page you find the boards all in a heap on the next page.
Then he build a brick wall to keep the reader from turning the page. And on the following page is a big pile of bricks.
It goes on and on.
It is kind of like this post.
There is a monster at the end of this post.
I am warning you just like Grover, please do not read the end of this post.
Fuzzy, lovable, adorable Grover begs you not to continue.
You were warned...i have something terrible to say. It has been bugging me for days. The only way to get it out of my head is to say it. or type it.
This is your last chance.
here goes...if you are going to host a Mother's Day BBQ at your brand new home, then you sure as heck better invite your own mother. and if you choose to attend family get togethers on a regular basis it is nice/polite/recommended that you contribute something to the gathering and don't expect to eat a hot meal if you are habitually late for the gathering.
I told you there was a monster at the end of this post. I feel better. thank you for not reading the end of this post.