Adventures of a Dancing Kumquat

Following the saga of the little citrus with terpsichorean tendencies

Saturday, December 31, 2005


The kumquat was going upstairs this morning and her shoes sabotaged her and tripped her. She fell forward and in catching herself managed to jam her finger into what must have been a carpet tack, because she emerged from this carpet-and-shoe-induced skirmish with gravity bearing a puntured finger tip.

And it HURTS! And the kumquat keeps hitting the jammed-and-puntured finger while she goes about her daily life. Which makes it hurt MORE. (Or at least brings the kumquat's attention to the hurt in a very dramatic way.)

Apparently the kumquat uses her middle finger much more than she realized

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Splish Splash

This morning, the kumquat put on shoes that are afraid of rain, not realizing that rain was lurking overheard.

Once at work, she changed into flip-flops, because they were there and because they were rain-proof. And because it's easier to run around in flip-flops than in heels. The kumquat shall wear heels later when she frolics with the loquat and the tangello.

At lunchtime, the kumquat went to go get lunch. And coffee. Mmm... coffee.

Food and coffee reside approximately 3 blocks away.

The kumquat walked. And while it was not actively raining, the ground was wet.

And the flip-flops flung dirt, water and leaves upwards onto the kumquat's bare lower legs (and a little bit on the hem of her skirt).

The kumquat is obviously not adequately dressed for this weather.

She needs mudflaps.

Preferably with silhouettes of nekkid men.

Shriveled Kumquat

The kumquat asks her readers to pause a moment to commemorate the anniversary of her day of spawning (which was last week).

And now that she has your attention, please take some of the leftover food from her party. The kumquat doesn't need that many baked goods.