Q is for Question....or Query perhaps..
As in "What am I going to use for Q???" she asks with a quizzical look upon her face, and a querulous note in her voice.
No use in quarreling about it. Q is a quixotic letter that poses quite the challenge. Not many Q nouns out there...and least not many with examples close to hand to photograph.
Perhaps I can round up a lump of quartz?
Or find someone near by with a quarter horse?
I think I'll put some Queen on the stereo, (for which, alas, I have no quadriphonic system) and quaff a draft and ponder this.
I really ought to have bought some Qiviut at the market, if only so I could post about it now. The distress over failing to do that almost makes me wish you could still get ahold of Quaaludes. See, now you'll have no pictures of me sitting on the Quad quoting Don Quixote while knitting quiviut, resting a growing shawl on my quadriceps.
Of course, with no needles in hand, I could round up a quartet to dance a quadrille, and hope someone would snap a picture for you. Unlikely though.
What a quagmire I'm in!
I did down some quahogs whilst in Maine, but it didn't occur to me to photograph them first.... so they're out. And I was in such a quaint setting too. Almost makes me quake in my boots to consider my lapse in forethought.
I'm beginning to question whether I'm qualified to be blogging this today... really.
And I've more than a few qualms about posting this entry. And yet, 'tis a quandary. Is it worse to post a quantity of phrases toying with Q's or to skip the letter altogether? And how do you quantify which is more important? the quality of the post? or the act of posting at all?
I've been queasy all day considering this quest for the quiddity of q'ness....
there's no quick fix to this quandary, and I'm sinking as in quicksand with this effort.
Perhaps I've used up my quota of quirky phrases, and ought to quit?