tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post7079648034801122430..comments2023-07-15T03:40:49.067-07:00Comments on Murphy's Law: Senses Poem--Alaskan Love Song--National Poetry MonthHeidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-56663166044900243352017-04-26T15:47:30.285-07:002017-04-26T15:47:30.285-07:00Although my checked backpack did open up in the Se...Although my checked backpack did open up in the Seattle airport, dumping everything out on the carousel. Yeah. I didn't go back to pick up my unmentionables until every other snickering person was gone. The knife went missing then...sigh.Heidi L. Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-42165337326456203682017-04-26T15:43:00.294-07:002017-04-26T15:43:00.294-07:00That knife went everywhere with me, including home...That knife went everywhere with me, including home. I wasn't taking ANY chances on frisky guys with crap morals. It was also pretty sharp and sterilized, so my hand was pretty safe.Heidi L. Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-3701510180436091712017-04-26T15:36:18.601-07:002017-04-26T15:36:18.601-07:00Yikes! Using a gut knife on your splinter? Brave! ...Yikes! Using a gut knife on your splinter? Brave! Reading and watching passing whales does sound like Heaven though. And fresh salmon would be de-lish! Sorry you're in that heat. Lovely love song.<br />kbrebeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09146709601038107862noreply@blogger.com