And, hey, look at that. I took it one step too far. No, I haven't been drinking, but I should start. I think I have a half empty bottle of Cuervo around here somewhere and, yes, I'm a pessimist. In case you couldn't tell.
My mother told me I need to start blogging again and I said no. I don't. I said that's the beauty of having YOUR OWN BLOG. I can quit whenever I feel like it. Once upon a time, my mother and my two sisters and I created a blog. It didn't work out. Too many creative differences. Hence, here we are.
But she has a point. I need to distract myself. But what is one supposed to
You know, not to get off subject here ('cause I did have a point), but I have never come across a good blog about divorce. (Contradiction in terms?) Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't one, because who can keep it together when their spouse says I don't know if I want to be with you anymore.
So, I opened my laptop and proceeded to stare at my computer screen. The fact is I knew if I started writing I wouldn't be able to stop the unwanted, sarcastic commentary about the direction my life has taken recently. (And, sure enough, I was
And what did it give me as a topic to blow all others away?
"Have you ever bought anything that has its own infomercial (like the ShamWow® or Snuggie™)?"
And I was all oh, come on! Because how could stupid Plinky know that The Husband bought me a Snuggie for Christmas? Even the internet wants me to be miserable.