A green crayon hides from ridicule and convention. Yo soy crayon de verde.
I’m beginning to think in crayon. Today. at work, I wrote a strongly worded email to someone explaining I’m not in the business of mollycoddling people. Mostly I wrote the strongly-worded email to have an excuse to use the word mollycoddling. I love that word. What I really wanted to do was hand write the letter and color in the word mollycoddle with a red crayon for effect. The irony is that I seem to be mollycoddling myself with this whole crayon experiment.
My crayon and my patience both wear down quickly with the repetition of my workday. I begin to compensate by using extreme brevity of language. Oddly enough, that doesn't seem to curb the compulsion to draw.
Did you know HEB makes crayons? I hope the crayons aren't as bad as their store brand string cheese. Time to sample the crayon market...and pick up some tampons. Sorry, I couldn't resist the combination of the two objects in my left hand.
Today I fantasized about making crayon sleeves with foul language written on them instead of colors. I should pick swear words to replace the names of colors.
bonus: crayons write out the color in three different languages. I just might color my way into some foreign language skills.
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