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Unspiritual Moment

                                    Grits overflowing on a flat range top..

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  1. Date: 11/11/2011 6:58:00 PM
    yup... I would have sputtered out a few unsavory words there for sure !: ) love the title Sara

  1. Date: 11/10/2011 9:52:00 AM
    Thanks for your comments today. Your husband is copping out by claiming he did the cooking and the dishes when you went out to eat. Get him an apron for Christmas! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 11/8/2011 12:10:00 PM
    LOL, I can imagine this : )

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 11:44:00 PM
    haha! this sure is funny, wasn't expecting this, Sara but definitely an unspiritual moment! and eww fish & chocolate?? that must have been nasty! thanks as well for passing by my blog and poems :)

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 2:33:00 PM
    HA! Kiss my Grits FLO'! (Mel's Diner)

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 2:13:00 PM
    Your poetic immortalization of an Unspiritual Moment here is inspiring! I love it! ~ECMc

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 2:10:00 PM
    I get it now, why the name that you've chosen for this one.

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 12:40:00 PM
    what;s cooking?? love the humor here,sara.. tops! :) huggs!

  1. Date: 11/7/2011 8:05:00 AM
    Care to shed some light, Sara???

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 8:53:00 PM
    Thank you for your comments Sara. I love hominy and I thought perhaps grits would taste like it. I tried grits just once in a restaurant and could not eat it. Maybe it wasn't cooked right. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 7:57:00 PM
    It could have been worse. The gas stove that my grandmother use to have would have been a lot harder to clean. Nothing like grits and fried fish in the morning, just showing my southern roots.

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 4:07:00 PM
    Grits!? What are they? Is it something you grind your teeth on?

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 2:14:00 PM
    Awwwww! There goes a nice pot of grits. Haven't had any grits in years being raised in Fla. and moved to Canada when I was 28yrs. old. They don't even know what they are up here. I learned to subsitute creme 'o' wheat for grits. A moving piece for a Southerner. God Bless, JB ;)

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 2:09:00 PM
    Sara i get the idea of the poem, but here in Uk i have no idea what grits are, they sound awful.. sorry..David

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 12:35:00 PM
    you are so right, there is absolutely nothing spiritual about overflowing grits! Cute and clever.

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 10:23:00 AM
    lol, gosh I enjoyed this Sara, enjoy your Sunday :)

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 9:05:00 AM
    :) How do you get them off the range? Got a good laugh reading this monoku, Sara. Love and blessings, Carolyn

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 8:46:00 AM
    Very descript. love your message. Excellent work!!

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 7:49:00 AM
    LOL... smiles in a one line piece... luv Michael