OK… I have to hand it to my egomaniacal, narcissistic friends… blogging is exhausting. I don’t know why any of you do it. Then again, I have no fucking idea why I am doing it, other than to potentially amuse my husband and my one friend (Hi, Diane). Oh, shit, I forgot Joe… I have TWO friends. Hi, to you, too, Joe. Try not to let my acknowledgement of you go to your head or anything.
Tonight is a full moon. I think that the Pagan rules of conduct dictate that I should be somewhere under it… dancing naked, preferably. However, I am slightly suspicious that my neighbors might have grown up without the Wiccan Rede being prominent in their schooling. I don’t want to test that hypothesis in any way, so I believe I will remain clothed tonight. Plus, the moonlight dancing off of my curves kind of makes me look like a ship in full sail (Big, white, and… well… big!). As a result, I will spare the world from yet another month of naked me dancing and chanting. Just wait until I am 110 lbs again, though… then look out!
BTW- the odds on that (the 110 lb. thing) happening are about as great as me becoming a successful Vestal Virgin, so don’t hold your (collective) breath.
Suddenly, I seem to be almost as fond of parenthetical expressions as I am of the ellipse…
Before I end up making my two favorite punctuation marks jealous, I will once again adjourn, constant (or never) reader.
Love to….ummm Chris, Diane and Joe… And anyone else who happens to be redirected to here because I linked it to the keywords”Amazing, hot, free, sexy, girls, and codeine.” And to any FDA, ATF, FBI or BOP agents out there, I made that up…totally. For crying out loud… get a life.
Good night and Bright Blessings, all…