When you were a kid, did anyone ever stare up at the sky and refer to a crescent moon as God’s toenail clipping?
Or suggest to you the moon is made of green cheese?
I could understand swiss cheese. Maybe.
On evenings when the moon was full, did anyone ever point out the pocked face of a man and comment on how he was watching you?
Besides the peeping-tom heebie-jeebie effect, what happened to the rest of his body? Was it suspended in one of Saturn’s rings, cartwheeling in some undiscovered planet’s orbit, or floating along, deep within the Pegasus constellation à la The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’s headless horseman?
I remember the first time I saw this photo.
I might have been eleven.
OMG! I had nightmares for a month!
And yet, I still wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up…a dream never realized obviously, but still made possible on some obscure level, thanks to Lego, my husband, and the lockdown of 2020:
Which brings me to the purpose of this post…
What do you call a pancake?
Crêpe, flapjack, pfannkuchen, blintze?
And does it remind you of something cosmic?
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P.S. I’m serious…what do you call a pancake?