I'm doing the booty dance! Booty, booty, boot-y! Hey! Booty, booty, boot-y! Hey!
No, that's not a Snooki dance. (You are cut off from MTV for awhile, BTW.)
It's the dance pirates do when they find treasure. Even the most fearsome pirate who stumbles upon a hidden chest on a desert island is sure to catch a serious case of all-night-dance-party-fever! (cue disco ball) Between you and me, I think this supports the belief pirates are cowards, because you don't have to be very brave to shake what your momma stole for you when there's no one around (which is often the case on a desert island.)
|(chest by lockstockb via sxc.hu)|
A Motherload of Writing Books
A Gift Certificate to Barnes and Noble for a Motherload of Writing Books
A New Bookshelf which holds a Motherload of Books. When we set sail to the East Coast, I scuppered my book collection overboard and became a loyal library card holder. But, arrr, a writer needs a bookshelf.
Handsome Journals Including one with color-coded sections! Aye, I wet me britches a little when I opened that gift.
"Just Write" Tote for Books and Journals Avast! I see you eyeing my booty you scallywag stepchild son of a manatee! Avert ye eyes!
Net, I am very blessed, I will be reading every night for a century, and I love pirates.
But pray tell, what writing booty hath ye received?