My Heart’s Desire Posted on February 7, 2008 by Noël I want a Kronk of my very own. Where does one find one? Of course, there are often days I feel like Yzma-kitty, so maybe that ain’t so hot after all. Random PostsDrinking the FlyLady Kool-Aid (3)Breakfast Bentos (0)Impulse Purchase (2)This is Why I Sew (3)The Myth of the Fear of Getting “Too Big” (0)And, it’s GOOD for you, too! (0)Maintenance (0)Dear Wool, Can We Have Another Chance? (0)What Do You Like? (1)Rejection slips (6)
Dear, dear man… Kronk hasn’t a cynical bone in his body and is an innocent. I like you just the way you are, but a Kronk, you’re not.
I can be deliberately obtuse, which passes for Kronkish innocence at 10 paces ;-) But you’re right, I suppose. Kronk is an unthinking lackey, and “question authority” runs too deep in my bones.
I’ll be your Kronk. I’ll even write my own theme music.
Dear, dear man…
Kronk hasn’t a cynical bone in his body and is an innocent.
I like you just the way you are, but a Kronk, you’re not.
I can be deliberately obtuse, which passes for Kronkish innocence at 10 paces ;-)
But you’re right, I suppose. Kronk is an unthinking lackey, and “question authority” runs too deep in my bones.