Sorry, I got nothin’.
I’ve pretty much spent the day with edits, some day job schtuff, some husband’s business accounting catch-up, and wishing they make an excavator small enough to fit in my living room.
Doesn’t make for scintillating blog fodder. I’ve even too busy to run around and find other interesting entries for link slutting. Hell, not so much as a quiz, even.
And I don’t even want to admit how many emails I owe people right now. If you sent me one and I haven’t responded, I will…tomorrow.
In the meantime, my new mantra for the year: Sexual tension…sexual tension…sexual tension…
At least the Great Commaectomy is over. (And some other stuff, too. I haven’t been removing commas this whole time. *g*)