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.
AWWWWWWW shucks! You’re so sweet. Take comfort in this: To write it, you’d have to live it. And living it smells kind of awful.
Thanks for stopping in!
It’s better when it’s spelled without an “e.”
Don’t go anywhere. You have to keep blogging. It’s the only place I get to read more than a dozen of your words at a time.
LOL Check you out…all whiskied up;) Been there, Done that…just not brave enough to post a picture of myself in that state, well just yet anyway;) If the mood strikes, I may grow a set, hahaha