I am finding more and more material to blog, yet have less time to blog. I may — mind you, I just may — starting to have a life. But the evidence it still circumstantial.
In other news, I am being sent food from Alabama, after Ms. I Have No Idea What To Call Her Any More finally made good on her 2005 pledge to send me banana muffins or something. So if the delivery truck gets here tomorrow and you never hear from me, then you hear the story about a guy in Georgia dying after eating poisoned muffins…well, you know to call the police.
If I post pictures of the muffins, then you’ll know they were awesome. I’m betting on awesome. And reading up on iocane powder.
This will make the second foodstuff from a blogher that I have gleefully consumed.
Don’t make it be the last!
I’ve seen the shipping confirmation, buddy. Better not hog it all.
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Yeah, you gotta a lot of mental mouths to feed.
And it’s your fault for not going to therapy.
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Well? I don’t see pictures but I know you are alive for you are posting. I guess the banana bread did not meet your expectations?
Oh, and you may call me “Your All Knowing Gorgeous Sexy Empress of All Things Improper.”
How’s that?!
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