The blue is for the Bloggie Joe that is all about the blue as in blue crayons and blue lingerie. It's all in the past kinda, sorta. But now that you have forced me to respond to your comments, I feel I am stuck in the "Oooooo. You must post or you will die!!!" mode. So yeah, thanks for that. What do you want me to tell you about first. Yesterday I broke the shredder. (shredding up those hundred dollars bills, you know.) I am clever though. It somehow worked in reverse (I sense a ghostly presence here.) Anyway, I thought I could just turn the top motor floppy thingie upside down, run it in reverse and that would drop the shreds into the basket. Brilliant, right? Say, did I tell you I am saving the shredded hundreds to use as confetti at my next wedding? I did tell The Hunter about it and oddly enough, I was crying about it and calling myself stupid and he said not to worry, we could just get another one but I remembered we had tried 2 or 3 different shredders and had to return them all. This one had been with us a long time, almost one of the family. "Ok middlechild, rock that depression. Feel like you're coming out of it? Well, just dump the whole (full) travel mug of coffee down the front of your coat. If that doesn't get you saying 'Loser!' I don't know what will. " Silver lining? My cigs didn't even get wet. Whew!
BTW - I am noticing that this blog is masquerading as a drunken blog. I can assure you that it is not. I am "stone cold sober as a matter of fact.".
Just wanted to let you all know that I wasn't fishing for compliments on my blog change, but thank-you anyway. Kisses and peace in the valley and don't slip on the invisible ice.