Even if the looming threat of missing a day of NaBloPoMo weren’t looming large above my head, I would still find it hard to write right now. I have a pounding headache and my feet are cold and I’m watching "Pretty Woman" and I need a pedicure.
There. I’ve whined.
But seriously…. it’s hard to think sometimes, with all this posting all the time thingy.
I’d better win a prize for all this martyrdom or something.
Honestly, I must say that the whole prize thing makes it fun but a little weird.
I mean, blogging is something to do for fun… and you get prizes? I honestly don’t think I’m doing a good job of explaining this. It could be the sirens blaring or it could be the Gere-Roberts pillow talk making me all mushy-hearted and misty-eyed.
Julia Roberts is not pretty, but she is charming.
Richard Gere, on the other hand, is quite foxy. Let it be known that he and his slightly poufed hair are so very dreamy.
Ah, the red dress. Classic.
But a red dress does not a redress make. That’s my pun for the night.
("You LOVE him?")