Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Make it more dramatic: Felt as though I was on a plane, and heard the Captain announcing: "Ladies and Gentleman, we have lost thrust and both turbines are shut (37,000 feet above sea level?). Entering a phugoid cycle right now..! We want you to pray.. and if you don’t know how, you "better learn right now!" What the…!
Some people inquire or ask, "what do we do on weekends?" Really depends. We work, go out, write, or listen to music. Today we just have that writer’s block illness. So we decided to write a little piece of poetry. No more sultry poetry for now, because we know our friends reactions already. Even moderators took their time reading them. LOL! Here we go: have this clear, we don’t even know how this poem is going to end. "Flight attendants GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS and get ready for massive turbulence..!"