Hey, Party People!!
I bet some of you thought this day would never arrive, but it did, and I, for one, cannot think, at this moment, in any other way, shape, or form, of what more I can do to get more commas into this sentence…, Shirley.
In all seriousness, though, I’m grateful to everyone’s support for helping me get through the week. I do this crazy “blog” thing not for myself but for people like you. I like being able to [possibly] entertain the one or two people who manage to make it through my drivel on a semi-irregular basis. So to those few souls: thanks and thanks.
Right now I’m wondering what the weekend has in store. If last weekend was any indication then there is a strong possibility that the consumption of mass quantities will continue. If I’m not too lazy to clean the grill then a block party may be in order!
I had a splinter in my finger the other day and it got me thinking: is separating your laundry really worth the trouble if it all gets washed in the same water temperature?
Sometimes I feel as though I’ve lost the airfoil that attaches to turn of the century dirigible that swims in the sea searching for stripes of blue, green, and orange. Or is it really blue, green, and orange stripes in the sea and not the flora of central Australia? I can never keep the two straight.
If one could say I had this thought how would one know it if I say I hadn’t thought anything at all and the one who said so is having no such thoughts as my own? I suppose knowing not oneself from one is as easy as not knowing one from a self who is not me.