Not all cooking endeavors result in success….
[today’s post removed because of that blackout thing]
Well, it wasn’t just Facebook distracting me; actually, I needed to upgrade to a newer version of WordPress and it took me forever to get around to doing it. I wasn’t able to post or edit or anything at all. But if this post works, then I probably did most of the upgrading correctly.
Facebook. Friggin frackin Facebook is a blog killer, I tell ya what! I think of things I might write about but then go shopping for Delicious Chicken and play Geo Challenge until my eyeballs have dried out just so my sister can’t catch up to my score. And then, WEIRDOS from the past befriend me. Why? Why weirdos why? We weren’t friends in high school, not even close, why do you want to be my friend now? You must have heard how cute Gomez is and need to see his picture. That’s the only reason I could possibly think of.
P.S. Hepburn movie quiz answer to #7 is “Morning Glory”
I finally sent my taxes out today. Whoo. That was fun. And then I decided to check on my little Cafe Press shops to make sure I hadn’t made a million dollars that I wasn’t claiming and I discovered that …. Someone Actually Bought A Thing!
I made a dollar! Somebody in New York got a lesbotronic.com apron. SWEET!
I have been too
busy lazy to post. After spending 10 hours a day in front of a computer I’ve been more likely to spend non-work time doing other stuff, like knitting. I have been knitting and knitting (and purling) away. Even a little bit at work. So I figure I owe the computer some time now from home. Not much has been going on that I care to comment about, so instead I will answer some viewer mail.
@SpamMommy1 – If you lost 30 pounds in 30 days you are either a constant on the Biggest Loser or you are dead now. Or both. Piss off.
@SpamDaddy2 – Yes it is a great domain name for a site like this.
@SpamBaby3 – You’re welcome. But, I never commented on your blog so you must be mistaken. And, oh yeah, shut up.
Now should I go work on my taxes or watch Rachel Getting Married? I know…. I’ll go knit some more crap!
Dear Wint’ry Mix,
please leave me alone. I would like to be able to do things. You were welcome on a workday, but now you have overstayed. There’s no tactful way to tell you, so… shoo. Get on, git. Go. Amscray already.