Purblind Distractions

For those of You who looked forward to today's column on Flying Frogs with great anticipation, let me apologize in advance for your disappointment, but other items have taken precedence and needed an immediate response. The Flying Frogs are temporarily grounded until the runway-fog has cleared.

As You can see from the above post, i felt it was absolutely necessary to address Mr. Booo's concerns about Sunday's post. The poor fellow was so upset he was almost speechless!

Even in his wordiness, however, he managed to elegantly convey that he's opposed to Tolerance.

Now, we all have our little aberrations.

Even so, there are certain values that i cherish and one of those is not exposing my nose to draughty breezes by keeping it tucked firmly under my eyelids where it belongs and never, never allowing it to go exploring into others' business as it is sometimes wont to do.

If that were not the case, we, dear readers, might have explored further exactly where Mr. Booo's Intolerance begins and ends.

For instance:
Is he Intolerant of toothpaste? ( If he is that would explain his monosyllabic statements. He's afraid to open his mouth. I've heard it from a reliable source that green-moss-mouth is not in fashion this season.)

Or is he Intolerant of grass seed? ( Figures, perhaps, if he sprinkles it on his yard; hybred-grass will grow; and he'll have to cull the dissenting blades. )

Or is he merely Intolerant of the Wasted-Clock-Syndrome? (Let's face it: some folks will never see another's point of view no matter how much time they spend trying.)

I am quite sure he has GOOD REASONS for his Intolerance. But since my nose is too short to poke into his affairs, it is highly unlikely that those reasons will ever see the light of day.

And so, dear readers, I admonish You to demonstrate forbearance for Mr. Booo's Plea for Intolerance and whatever distressing situations he may encounter in the pursuit of his resolution.

Obviously, he is in dire straits and needs our unprejudiced support.
Chae