Incog-NEAT-O

Happy Sunday everyone!

It's been a happy one here for sure. It's 8:30pm and I am still in my pajamas.

I am not ashamed of this.

I woke up at noon too.

Not ashamed of that either.

You see, Sunday is my day off and by golly, I took the whole dang day off. You know when your body tells you to shut er' down or it will do it for you?

You best listen.

So! After 2 cups of lemon ginger tea with honey and one more steeping on the counter, I blog...

ON TO THE FAIRY TALE! (Que music: "A Whole New World" from Aladdin)


Once upon a time there lived an ARAByrdie...

She traveled incognito (hence the title) to a birthday celebration of the Prophet Muhammed at the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi. Do you think they recognized her??

On her journey she had an equation revelation:

Bible belt + Christmas pageant + parents taking pictures of kids in costumes + people taking the politest opportunity to leave in between sets = Arabian peninsula + Prophet birthday celebration + parents taking pictures of kids in costumes + people taking the politest opportunity to leave in between sets






She tried ever so desperately to play it cool and not pinch herself to where people would question who this girl was and why was she pinching herself so much. *She noted to herself: you fail when under excitement, Byrd!*



At this grand occasion, the "Joel Osteen" of Islamic T.V. was there. The white turban w/ beard on the right. He wrote the book, "Your Best Life Later."


Peeking around corners and tip-toeing through secure-no trespassing areas (woops), what marvelous sights she beheld...


She realized they spared NO expense. Brought in the bestest of the bestest better than your bestest times a billion artists and suppliers from all over the world. Marble. Gold. Tile. Paint. Caligraphists (?). You name it.

And there existed the largest Persian rug in the entire world. This could buy your house. Plus the neighborhood. Plus the city. Plus the county itself.


ARAByrdie was glad her Aggie ring was with her. It gets out there.

So after the grand tour and Byrdie being soar from whelps (the pinches you remember), her lovely hostess took her guests to the Emirates Palace.

Of course there was the only ATM machine made of pure gold there...naturally.

And iced tea served like this...naturally.
And 24 carat gold cappuccino...naturally.
And two proposals by the sheikhs...NOT naturally.
All in all, what a night...ARAByrdie lived a fairy tale.

And all she could really think of was this:

"Thus says the Lord: “Let not the wise man boast in his wisdom, let not the mighty man boast in his might, let not the rich man boast in his riches, but let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the Lord who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth. For in these things I delight, declares the Lord.” Jeremiah 9:23-24.

So temporal what is seen.

So eternal what is not.

And she lived happily ever after...

The End.

Not.