Late last night or early this morning (depending on your perspective) I wrote a long ranting post about shovels, swimming and television. Thank goodness I don’t blog drunk. Friends don’t let friends blog while drinking. Drinking and blogging don’t mix. No, I’m not still drunk.
Seriously, that stuff is kind of fun to read, but I think it is better to think things through a bit before unleashing them out into the universe. It may be more fun for you if I start drunk blogging, however, it would be quite embarrassing for me. Then again, it would be better than writing about how I organized my sock drawer.
It’s a blustery day—a good day for walking and thinking, but probably not for drinking.
…shit, maybe I am still drunk.
Speaking of drinking, I’ve rediscovered milk. Milk is good. I stopped drinking it to save calories. But I bought some for my visitors this weekend and drank the leftover. Wow, that’s good stuff. Yeah, and um, I organized my linen closet (zzzzzz).
I got my nose re-pierced yesterday. I’m hardcore. Tough indeed. Also, at the salon they had this awesome lip stain that won’t come off for 12 hours. So, I got some, now my lip color will stay on no matter how much I drink.
