I’m grumpy, exhausted, and pissed off for whatever reason. Ergo, no blogs. I keep thinking I’ll blog because of my narcissistic belief that someone else will find funny the things I find funny, or interesting, or annoying and that will eventually lead to universal acceptance of my complete irresistibility. But before I can write, I get distracted by the soothing flicker of the cathode tubes.
It’s all moot now. I found Whiskey In My Sippy Cup and I don’t know if I’ll ever blog again. WIMSC is the blog I wish I were writing.
My dearest husband recently posted this photo of me from my own brief flirtation with whiskey in my sippy cup. People must need beer goggles because our eyes close right up in correlation to consumption. I’ve taken worse pictures. Maybe I should revisit whiskey.