I should blog about something because it's been so long, but I really don't have a thing to blog about.
I could tell you that my toilets are backed up, but you don't want to read about that. (I'm waiting until tomorrow to call the plumber because I don't want to have to pay more for Sunday service.) (Yuck, right?) (Thank God we're having somewhat warm weather so I can keep the bathroom window open.) (You're probably thinking TMI! TMI! Right?)
I could tell you that I was up all night, and that I stayed up all day, too, and that I plan to go to bed real early - like in the next half hour or so - but that's not real interesting. It might be if I'd had some exciting reason to be up all night, but I didn't. Just my circadian clock going bass-ackwards because I'm unemployed and not forced to stick to any sort of schedule. Staying up all day might allow me to get back on schedule, by sleeping tonight and getting up relatively early tomorrow. You don't care about that.
I could tell you that I've developed "cute" certificates for members of the Umbrella Hat Society, that they're suitable for framing, and that you'll get one if you join. You might care about that. Probably not. You should.
So for crying out loud, what the hell do you care about?!! Sheesh. What's a gal supposed to do?
Guess I just won't blog.