Anyhow. I'm heading off for a few days to visit a pregnant friend who does not live on the same land mass as I do. I'd take my computer but they don't have wireless and I don't know how to plug this thing in to whatever it is they have over there.
So you'll all just have to play nice, read my archives, go check out my linkies and leave me lots of comments. ( Which won't get posted because I can't even access the internet over there to approve your awesome comments because my friend just informed me that her father in law's girlfriend has borrowed their keyboard so they can't use their home computer at all. Bwa?)
So, think of me. Far from home. Stuck in a house with a large bellied, possibly hormonal lady and No. Computer. Access. At. All!
I may feel caged in. Trapped.
I may, in fact, feel like a dog stuck in a bag.
(Hey, this could totally turn into a Seinfeld episode! " Dog? In a bag? Dog in a bag? Well, no soup for you!")
3 comments:
Meh. I don't watch a lot of tv either! Well, not "normal" tv.
Wait.. what does that even mean?
I don't cook either though. What DO I do? (See? I don't know HTML either!)
Wow. There's coffee flavours? lol
*sips tea*
So? How was your sludge this morning? ; )
I LOVE your blog. I just started reading it and am going to start from the beginning!!!!!!!!!!
Well yay! Hi! :)
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