I am not what you’d call a “regular blogger”. I do not post in a timely manner (clearly), my topics are not consistent with any given theme, and I have what you’d call a “for better or worse” type of relationship with good ‘ol MoraJunction. She’s always there when I need her, she irritates the living frilled shark out of my sometimes, she most certainly does NOT leave me swimming in a sea of cash, but I am OK with that per my platonic vows with Ms. MJ. She’s good for what she’s good for.
From time to time I’ll log in and jot down a few topic ideas along with supportive albeit brief thoughts. The idea being… I’ll revisit the topic at a later date (when toys don’t need super gluing – STAT! – and DVD players aren’t being prepped for surgery) with the expectation that I’ll be able to expound some sort of extraordinary wisdom about adult diapers and humorists – one having NOTHING to do with the other. Here are a few random topics that have accumulated in the past six months. I thought you might enjoy this small glimpse into my soul.
Depends, buying obnoxious toys, Erma Bombeck
No idea what I was thinking here.
I Didn’t Bring a Plate… I Thought They Would Be Provided!
Quote from Phineas and Ferb. Things you used to expect from people, places, and things.
Selling a house with twins/monsters/terrorists under foot, along with a black, shedding dog isn’t pleasant. Just FYI.