When the “real feel” outside is -4 degrees fahrenheit, then jazz hands need to be done with gloves on. Lesson learned.
I’ve always thought that I have a higher chance of getting struck by lightening than anyone else. I know that statistically, that’s probably not true, but I just have a feeling y’all.
This explains my very jittery behavior during a storm.
I feel like having a Friday the 13th in December just doesn’t seem as ominous as having it during any other month. It’s hard to be spooked when everything is dressed up in twinkling lights.
I stayed in a hotel this week and while there, I had an idea. I decided to leave happy notes and pictures around the room for housekeeping to find when I left. I left things like, “Have a great day!” and “You’re the bee’s knees” and pictures of smiling faces and unicorns.
I thought it was nice. Then, I realized that it all probably ended up in the trash and basically all I did was murder trees and scribble on the dead bits.
Which just goes to show you one persons nice is another persons tree murder.
I haven’t blogged at all this week. And I just realized this yesterday.
Where have I been? Exactly where I was and no other place and I can’t say truer than that.
Also, I was in Nashville all of a sudden and unexpectedly. And I forgot my phone charger. So it goes.
But, I’m back again and will be here until I’m not. Like Dr. Who. Only less cool and time-travely.
All this is to say, I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. It will definitely happen again but I’ll be just as sorry then too, I promise.
I don’t care how cute people think it is, I have always found children speaking in unison chillingly.
A couple of weeks ago, I almost ran into Jack Black at the airport. Almost, but I caught myself in time. If it wasn’t for my damn cat-like reflexes, I would have had an awesome story about literally running into Jack Black.
Last week in my yoga class, my instructor advised us that while in downward dog we should feel our “anus blossoming”.
I’m not sure I want to be that good at yoga.
According to the lovable robot who lives in my blog – it’s my 4 year blogging anniversary today!!!
I totally forgot. Or, I had no clue. Either way, I think my blog is probably really pissed at me for not making a big deal of it. Sorry blog o’my life, I promise I will definitely remember next year. Probably.
Also, I looked up what the traditional gift for a 4th anniversary is, and found a site that said “Fruit/flowers, or if you are modern, appliances”. So, I’m going to buy myself some flowers today, because I have all the appliances I need, including a sno-cone maker.
Also, Also, THANK YOU PEEPS (by the by, I have decided to call you all “peeps” because…..you’re my peeps. Ok? Cool.) Y’all make my day every day and I am so thankful for you!!!!
Does it seem to anyone else like there is a Country Music Awards show about once a month? They are always on right? Or am I having a groundhog day experience but instead of a day, I keep reliving the same month?