You know what I can’t do?
Well, lots of things, actually. I can’t tap dance (although there have been times I wish I could). I can’t whistle. I can’t seem to pass a mirror without checking to be sure there’s not something in my teeth.
But what I’m noticing at the moment is that I can’t watch TV and blog at the same time.
This, of course, doesn’t keep me from trying.
For cryin’ out loud, people, What Not To Wear is on!
I don’t know what it is about that show. The strangest people come on, people who have been nominated by friends and relatives because of their ridiculous dress habits. People who wear sweaters with appliquéd Christmas trees and sequined reindeer on them, people wearing Halloween-themed socks, people with permed mullets and uni-brows. Two days’ shopping in New York with Clint and Stacy, a day with Nick and Carmindy on hair and make-up and these people emerge fabulous and fashion-forward.
And I’m a huge sucker for before and after pictures.
But why I think I can watch this show and write at the same time is beyond me.
Dammit, this blogging thing is serious business, and I am not treating it with the gravitas it deserves.
On the other hand, I’ve written a blog every day for the last 148 days in a row; and they can’t all be cheese danishes, can they?
No. They can’t. Sometimes they're unbuttered toast.
Happy Saturday, everyone.
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