I’m a Blamer, Reader. You may know this or you may just be learning this about me.
Of course it’s not my fault that I haven’t made time to tell you All The Things that are going on at Chez Bang Bang. I write the stories in my head as they’re happening. But then it must be My Mister’s fault for being SO NOISY that I can never ever sit down and just think and actually tell you some stories.
Or I have too much LAUNDRY.
Then there’s the DUSTING and the THINGS that need ORGANIZED and MyGod have you seen my bedroom??
And don’t forget that my
six three CATS are keep me constantly cleaning up spills that eject from inside their bodies.
Who can a girl* write with even one of those things happening, much less all of those things all the time.
*still throwing around the word girl like I’m 16 and not pregnant. No plans on stopping.
Regardless of the very valid reasons or who’s fault it is
exactly, we’re here now despite my best start-stop-start efforts.
*since I started this post, I’ve cleaned the track of my sliding glass doors with a scrub brush, cleaned and cut up a pineapple to roast with cinnamon from a recipe of my new book purchase, Vegan, at Times, re-heated leftover cashew chicken, picking out the chicken to make it sort of at-timesy a little bit vegetarianish to go along with the mojo of my day and will probably leave the chair two more times after typing these reasons for distraction. So you see, everyone and every thing else is to blame for my not typing up the stories that circle ’round in my brain.
This is just to get me back in the seat. Come back later, we’ll talk about how I’m now willingly involved in a throuple that back in the olden times we used to just call a good ol’ fashioned threesome, how else I’m spending countless hours on the computer, and have grand plans to start a section called Cringe, wherein we will unpack the details of old pictures I’ve found of me, and maybe I should rethink naming this series to “I put the Me in AwesoME.” Because the hairstyles alone, Reader. The hairstyles are enough reason to come back to me.
*also, the name of this post? those exciting times are AHEAD. Not necessarily right here. I just clickbaited you. Sorry not sorry.