can a ewe dig

i recently wrote an emare to a bambino and before that i wrote an emale to a spoon. both included the title phrase of dees blog entry. i made myself laugh. it's a new year. i think i am allowed to do this. it's bean a long time blog. and many thoughts arrive and depart. uf cors, paco remains as cute as ever. constancy is fleeting. speaking of fleets, leo had a big one. har! and scorsese gave it to him! gasp! whoa. easy dare. i could write about resolutions. i could. i could write about what i bake. i would. i could write about my cats. i will. meow! this year i am sure my world will continue to shift. certain points are already plotted out. keeping in mind that constancy is debriefing, here are my plans: i will be in a play march 30 through april 2. watch. i will earn a masters degree in may. i will laugh. i will cry. i will eat cake. i will say hi. i will drink champagne. i will write in my blog. i will not kiss a frog. unless he turns into a prince. but if he does and his name isn't leo then paco may punch and rum may get in the way. i don't like plans i don't like foreseeing my future. you can foresee yours but mine is predictably unpredictable. you have one life to live. i have days of our lives. in the words of me, can a ewe dig - i'm not sure. but i will. hip hip! hi everybodddy! happppy new everything!