Obligatory
So, yeah.
This is the Why-I'm-Not-Blogging-Much post wherein I explain that my supervisor is in Jamaica (I know!) and just before she left she "cleaned" her office, by which I mean moved all of the piles from her desk to my desk.
And I might mention losing my credit card and dealing with the hassle of two insurance companies trying to get my car fixed as well as the rental car place so I don't have to bum rides everywhere. I would tell you how much I love driving B's truck with the sound system worth more than the truck itself, the sound system Beth doesn't much care for, saying, "Valette? I can't breathe."
I would then say that any innernet time is spent either trying to keep up with my feed reader and then frustratingly Marking All Read or flirting with strange men. The internet, it is full of perverts! Who knew!
And after explaining how busy I am and how I just want to fall into bed when I get home, too tired to for any meal that requires more effort than simmering all day in a crockpot, I would make vague promises about entries that are somewhat mulling about in my head. Like the one entry that managed to make it out of my brain and onto a piece of paper currently sitting under a stack of papers under my right elbow.
But I wouldn't subject anyone to such an entry.
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This is unacceptable. Blogging is a privilege, not a right. If you're not going to be more responsible with it, then we're going to revoke your license.
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses!