Stop Me Before it’s Too Late    

Just recently I got to take a look at some of my responses to reader comments. All I have to say is, someone, please stop me before my responses become totally unintelligible.

If I’m already comparing residual income to kissing frogs and Demand Studios to sandboxes and toys, who knows what I’ll be saying a few decades from now. By that time, no one will understand a single word I say.

Hmmm, reminds me of Charlie Brown’s mom. If you have ever watched the old Charlie Brown cartoons, his mom sounded like “mwaa, mwaa, mwaa (you know that muffled trumpet sound).” Maybe she was using too many metaphors, personifications, similes and analogies to the point where her kids couldn’t understand what the heck she was talking about.

So, please do me a favor. When my writing reminds you of Charlie Brown’s mom, someone please tap me on the shoulder and say “Did you say, mwaa, mwaa, mwaa?” Hopefully I’ll get the hint.

Happy Friday!