That’s what I am – blogstipated. I just can’t seem to squeeze out a post. It isn’t that I’m not thinking of you all and it isn’t that my life is SO dull – I’m just not feeling like writing. And it isn’t like the stuff I write is poop so maybe this isn’t the best analogy but this is what you get under the circumstances.
I wanted to write a post about my lovely sleep over party with my friend Cynthia. I wanted to properly introduce her blog No Regrets which is of a very different nature than my blog. Cynthia is a writer of exceptional abilty and thought. She is new to blogging so you can read the entire thing from the bottom up – you won’t be sorry. She is also a very talented artist and has website that showcases her art.
Cynthia is currently living just west of the middle of nowhere and it is lovely. Lovely to visit. I think she is about 1,000 feet and it snowed Monday morning – such a thrill! Her porch looked like this:
I spontaneously burst into a round of
My zipper suit is bunny brown
Zip it up, zip it down
and hurry out to play-o
My Daddy brought it home from work
Zip it up, zip it down and hurry out to play-o
Thanks to Google I now know that those are not the correct lyrics. And that’s what the snow does to me and that’s why I was not tempted in the slightest to go out and run in it. That and the bottle of wine I consumed the night before.
That Cynthia knows how to throw a pj party as well as she knows how to write.