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Abject apologies. I just opened mine eyes, and lo! I have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy. You would not believe how terribly tardy the Victorian internet can be. I prostrate myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness.
I am absolutely consumed with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, learning to fart the theme to Neighbours, and just generally being a nuisance to my husband. My day is filled with fluorescent light from the first cocka-doodle-doo of the rooster until I am begging my kid to go to sleep or so help me God that kid will be decorating my wall…”Duct Tape Still Life?” I am not being a whinging Pom or anything. I just need a nap.
I swear on the bones of my ancestors I will write something that makes sense soon. Seriously! I mean it!
For what it’s worth, here’s an actual (serious) article on the subject of nonsense, entitled Carl Sandburg Stop’s Making Sense. I love the term linguistic anarchy to describe forays into the nonsensical. It makes my heart sing! Follow the link to read…