So since I am in such desperate straits, I'm going to decorate my white post screen of death with the only email I wrote today... Actually, it's the only email I've written since last Thursday. (My send folder is perpetually lonely...) I haven't had time to have a consistent and reliable relationship with my computer.
Important Communiqué From Moi...
Kelly and Elizabeth,
As you can see, I am not very prompt about answering email (or anything else for that matter) Seriously, it's my greatest failure in life so I sincerely apologize. As to WHY the two of you are receiving the same email? Umm... I'm developing my multitasking skills. Impressive, huh?
I'm lazy and tired[ok, both of you please forgive me for rushing around trying to do about six things at once. It's keeping my mind occupied and looking for that silver lining when I really want to wallow in self-pity. So work with me here, ok? Please?] I probably should go get my Thesaurus and look up the word whiner just to make sure my picture is still there...
Elizabeth, you've been reading my blog? First, thank you for your kind words. (I have to drag my manners out and dust them off every once in a while just so I know my Mother would be proud of me. She DID teach me manners, I just wasn't a very apt pupil) Anyway. My honest reaction when anyone tells me they've read my blog (other than Kelly because, let's face it… she's put up with me for this long...) is: Ack! It actually sounds quite disgusting when I say this, but it's true, 'my blog is where my mind vomits'. I never realized until I started blogging, just how much I enjoy writing. I didn't think it would work very well as therapy, but I was wrong. At least for me, it has helped. Oh, and I am SOOOOOOOO not going to write a book! Ack, again! That would feel something like having a really nasty virus with me excreting vast amounts of bodily fluids for days on end! So let's just not go there, ok? Besides, I can't imagine what subject any book I wrote could be… except, maybe... "How To Throw Your Own Fabulous Pity Party Complete With Party Hats, Balloons, Noise Makers And A Visit From The Police… Or Possibly The Men With Those Cute White Coats Who Are So Gentlemanly, They Actually Hold Your Coat To Help You To Put It On?" Just the title length would put you to sleep. Can't imagine a story plot either, although I have always loved the line, "Ahhhhh, the plot thickens..." . Not sure exactly what that means but it just SOUNDS dramatic… So Sherlockesque… (Not to be confused with Burlesque. That's Not dramatic… that's just sex and although I know that sex sells… I can't see myself writing dramatic, steamy, sex scenes without laughing my butt off, because I can see myself picturing them posing as Gumby and Pokey… and I know that's just wrong...)
It's been insane around here this past week, but it matches my need to do anything but think about my doctor's visit. I think ripping out the upstairs bathroom this week will be a major stress reliever. Hammer+crowbar+me=a beautiful new bathroom (Kelly, you can stop laughing now… it CAN happen. It may not look like something Martha Stewart (or Norm Abrahms, for that matter) would appreciate or be proud of… but when you come to visit… you can just leave the lights off when you use it... oh wait... it has no window. Not to worry, I can provide you with a glow stick...) Besides, I've already learned about disassembling sinks. Now, I know how to take apart my Dryer door using ONLY a Phillips head screwdriver! (The hammer was darn tempting tho'… I have to admit it took a lot for me to hold myself back on that one… Actually, I'm quite proud of my restraint…) My projects are just growing in scope and size… At this rate, I'll be building a new house by next month…
Well, I think that's about as much
torturecommunication as either of you can handle from me in one day. So I will take pity on you and close before you are required to start immediate intense therapy to recover from it.
Hope you guys have a GREAT week!
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