Zilch + Zorro + Zounds!
I’m in the Z-zone today
Try not to zone-out, will ya?
It’s the last day.
Like V-Day, except no flowers and no candy.
Aka zero — nothing. Aka Big Fat Zero. It’s a category on the blog for I Got Nuthin’.
This is a typical blog post in the category Big Fat Zero.
I sometimes eat peanut butter and banana on whole grain toast for breakfast.
Or even second breakfast.
My ancestors were Hobbits.
When I do, I give it the mark of Zorro with buckwheat honey.
It’s the breakfast of champs.
The breakfast of champs with a mask and a cape. And a sword.
That’s just how I roll.
My nod to Throwback Thursday. #tbt
A minced oath, euphemistic for ‘God’s wounds’. ~ Brewer’s Dictionary of Phraise & Fable, 18th ed.
My new fave Z-word.
I used it in the post title, because that’s exactly where a minced oath was needed today. Minced. Mild. Whatever. An oath beginning with Z.
Oh, just zip it, Elen!
Before someone comes along and zaps you with their trusty zapper like the
bug blogger you are!
I think I digress here, but I’m not sure, because I’m zonked.
Not the under the influence zonked; the other zonked.
Zonked, I tell ya.
Thus endeth the Letter Z.
The 2015 A to Z Challenge.
Should I say something about Zumba now?