We’re the real Blue Angels, not those Navy guys who only wish they could fly like us.
No, this isn’t Sesame Street. I’m not a muppet. But a cookie would be nice.
Roy Orbison was right, I have to find a Blue Bayou, where the folks are fine and the world is mine.
I’m sure Henri Matisse meant me when he said, “a certain blue enters your soul.”
I don’t care what they said, for you I truly am the bluebird of happiness. Live with it!
Don’t try and cheer me up, I’m blue today and that is just the way it is.
One simple little comment and the teacher makes me do a time out during recess.
Okay, tower, cleared to land on runway 26, but next time can we use the radio, this yelling hurts my throat.
In this pose, class, you really have to extend and then bend the neck. Good job, Josie.
If you or someone you know loves birds as I do, the home next door to ours, with the same view, is on the market by it owner. Details can be found here: https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/10372-SW-Ligustrum-Dr_Port-Saint-Lucie_FL_34987_M57243-35804. We hate to see our neighbors leave, but we hope the new neighbors love the birds as much as we all do.
The body of an angel and the mind of a devil, that’s me!