If you try really hard to make it funny.
I came down with some sort of funk. I'm blaming it on the plane. Because I can.
It's certainly not crippling but I'm just run down.
Really what I'm saying is that I haven't forgotten to blog. I've even tried to sew a bit.
Then I realized I hadn't gone to the grocery store in well over a week. So I took the 30 minutes to motivate myself to face the world.
And I went to the store.
And I came back and actually felt a lil energized.
Then realized my sick brain forgot cat food.
So I went out again.
And came home and still felt kinda okay.
So I thought I'd go sew. And get something done.
I flipped the lightswitch on my office. And all five bulbs in the fixture blew at one.
I've yet to get the nerve to go back to the stupid store again.
But I do have twelve boxes of Count Chocula.
They counted as Halloween merchandise and were 75% off.
If I ever get out of bed again, I'll take a picture.