Oh no. Crap. It’s been a long time since my last blog post. You see, this is the pressure I have to deal with as a blogger. So now it’s a few weeks later and I should write about something … anything … to get the ball rolling again. But what? Whatever will I write about?
I am afraid I may have lost some of you. I know, it’s like you had your little food dish and then – poof!!! - I moved it. I’m sorry. I really am. And I don’t even have any great insight to offer, no good stories, no observations, no witty humor. All I can offer, I suppose, is excuses.
So here they are:
-My finger dyslexia is out of control. As a result, my posts are so illegible that deciphering would require a secret decoder ring. And I’m all out of those.
-All knowledge of the following topics has been mysteriously erased from humankind: Oreos, slow drivers, Natalie Merchant, office life, being Polish, poor home-ownership skills, hotties. This doesn’t leave much for me to write about, now does it?
-I have run off with Natalie Merc…well crap!
-I really have been posting…you just need your eyes checked there, Mr. Magoo!
-While in France I ate too much escargot and have since become inexplicably sl-o-o-o-o-w.
-Like my mother always warned, I made an ugly face and it stuck. So I was on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition because they are building me a sweet new house without mirrors.
-I have TB and am preparing to make my worldwide tour.
Sorry. That's all I got. But it will get better... I promise.
