Hey y'all. Jude and I have headed off into the wild for some camping. Yes, it's our annual Mom/Kids camping trip. When you read this, I am no doubt a) hungover, b) sleep deprived, c) sunburned (Or is it sunburnt? That always confuses me.) and d) stinky.
Luckily, Mary from Unmitigated has agreed to jump in and pinch hit for me. Aren't I lucky? If you don't know Mary, you most certainly should. She's smart and funny and lives in Detroit (which I deem a very cool thing) and loves zombies. Please, please follow THIS LINK HERE and check out her blog. And then come back here and read Mary's take on Random Tuesday Thoughts. And leave a comment, because I want Mary to know how much I appreciate her help!
Okay, I'm out of here. Who's got the sunscreen? Where the hell's my flask?
Random Tuesday: There Must be Some Mistake
I won't even embarrass myself by counting how few blog posts I have written
in the last month. Suffice to say it is a very low number. So, obviously,
when Gretchen asked for guest-posters while she was gone doing nature-y
things with her son, I immediately replied that there was no way I could do
it. I haven't even written posts for my own blog. How in the world...could
I...wait. I what? Really?
Huh. Would you look at that. I said, "Sure." Not only did I agree, I had the
foresight to request a Tuesday, so I could participate in the
Keely is still doing productive things, like working or something. Now, on
to the random.
Have you ever had a root canal? I have had three within the last 12 months.
I had one just recently, and when they opened it up, and the smell of
dead/decaying nerve root escaped, I thought I was going to lose my
breakfast. It smelled like death in there. And absolutely NO reaction from
the endodontist or the two assistants in the room. The worst part? Is that
the tiniest onset of the smell was redolent of the smell of a bag of M&Ms. I
may never be able to eat them again.
I think Gretchen usually puts a very sleek looking line here. Something she
learned in the 23rd century, no doubt.
There has been a virtual festival of peanut butter at my house. Jim and I
are both too lazy to make a proper meal for dinner. Well, I'm too lazy, and
he is trying to keep consumption down to lose weight. Which is working, so I
hate him. A lot. So both of us end up toasting a couple slices of bread and
slathering it with peanut butter. I add cinnamon. Because yum.
You'd think she could have picked up a better skill than that after hanging
out with aliens, but there it is.
Does anyone else think Jude is just the most adorable kid ever in the
history of time? Those curls? That grin? Are the girls lined up at the door
yet? They will be, and I'm thinking, soon.
Seriously. Like how to fire a phaser, or dismantle a transporter, or
something. Sleek lines? Really?
I have this fantasy that someday, Jim and I will retire, and buy a pop-up
camper and travel the country, visiting places we've never been, enjoying
the newspaper and morning coffee together (which he doesn't drink), and
having lovely adventures. Since we both have back issues, and neither of us
is much of a camper, I honest-to-God can't tell you where this picture in my
head came from, but it's very persistent. It'll never happen. I don't even
really like driving in a car for long periods of time.
If I went to the 23rd century, you can bet I'd come back with something
better than sleek lines. Like a personal replicator. Sleek lines. Sheesh.
That's enough from me. Go visit Stacy, and see more Random from the usual