And now, unusual for weeklyrob, a glimpse into my personal life:
I was gorging myself on a plate of raw oysters on the half-shell yesterday, when I felt something round and hard in my mouth.
Yes, ladies and gents, it was a pearl.
My lunch-mates were suitably impressed, asking to hold the thing, even though it had just been in my mouth. According to the owner of the restaurant, it’s good luck to find a pearl, and my wishes will now come true.
I’m not sure how many wishes I get, so I’m making the first one count: Happiness for all readers of weeklyrob and everyone I know.
How sweet!
pictures!
If there’s a power that grants wishes, it’s most likely as malicious and destructive as other powers, so watch out! For instance, happiness could be the result of severe brain damage. I for one don’t need any more of that. If you’re ever Underhill, be very careful what you say.
As for finding a pearl in a raw oyster, cool!
One more reason why I shouldn’t keep kosher!
Bruce: Note that I didn’t wish happiness for myself. I don’t know myself, nor do I read this blog. Anyway, I think the Pearl God is caring and loving.
Joey: At least you’ll have less chance of breaking a tooth on a pearl.
LOL. From what I recall of _The Pearl_, the god of pearls is no nicer than the god of perl.