Sometimes, there’s nothing to say.
Sometimes, there’s a hundred things to talk about.
Lately, my life has been much more the second than the first. I have had so much going on, so many fun adventures, that I’ve had blog posts coming out my ears. Ok, coming out my fingers if you really want to be precise.
So much to share, yet I only post one story per day. This creates a bit of a backlog (frontlog?). Posts scheduled for the next free day, sometimes three or four days out from when they’re actually written. For example, the post about The Story of My Life, was actually written on Friday shortly after I returned from the show. But, it was not posted until Monday. There were others in line first.
For those few readers who actually see me and talk to me on a daily basis, this might cause a little bit of a disconnect. Don’t worry; that should be minimal if it happens at all. For everyone else, you probably won’t notice. I did want to give people a heads up though, just in case anything seemed out of wack.
“Well, that’s great. Now you’ve gone and wasted an entire day to tell us there aren’t enough days,” you might be thinking. Maybe. Maybe not. *sly smile* I suggest scrolling down to the Toy Box at the bottom of the page and picking out a toy to play with for a bit. Maybe one of the more popular ones, like “Katrina” or “Wendy.” Maybe one of the tiniest ones, like “drug search.” Or something else that tickles your fancy. Choose a toy, and enjoy.
It was the red ties who finally ruined Saturday knock for all of us. Knock,
for those who went to schools that had nicknames, was what we called dawn
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5 comments:
"tickles your family"? It could do that, but isn't it usually 'tickle your fancy"? I guess I know where your mind was. ;)
oops! guess we do. fixing...
my friend Jessie has found you blog and is greatly enjoy it and find random thins to say to me, like pink paisley...
hee hee. glad to be of service. I'm guessing she chose the "Katrina" toy. ;)
i guess so
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