Alright, y’all. Consider this sleeptalking, since this is just impossible for a blog addict to not login to her precious WordPress at all. Yet for those who “know” me you knew this would happen, didn’t you? So here’s my offer, folks, and feel free to reject or accept it. Less blogging = More blog reading = More time to reflect upon the goodness that exists out there. Goodness being a relative term of course. Though you will find no actual content on this blog until Januaryish, sporadically, I won’t be able to resist pointing you toward some comedic gems. It’s sick, I know, but I just cannot help myself.
This week, it’s Steve H.’s turn to channel Adolf Hitler, but he ain’t no Mind Fuhrer.
Annika declares, Tom Cruise is The Last Chiropractor:
“You don’t know the history of myofascial release therapy, I DO!”
Hah! I love a nice Tom Cruise jibe. Oh, when the babe is away, the mice shall play. I’m being defamed here somehow in the comments, though I’m not sure any remedy exists apart from a swift kick in the keister.
And now for something slightly different – this one from Heather Armstrong takes you on a ride. Particularly the last two paragraphs, but don’t cheat!
UPDATE: I shall be pinchhitting for Miss Chrissy a bit this week as well. Let’s hope I don’t muss her place up too badly.
