I have no idea what to blog about. Honestly, I tried, but Ezmerelda has forsaken me this morning. There’s a possibility Gizmo (the torti cat) got ahold of her, so I’ll be going on a muse hunt later (during which I’m hoping to find unfound Easter chocolate).
I can’t even bloghop, traumatized as I am by Jaci’s nipple piercing research. It’s hard to type or run the mouse when you have your arms folded protectively over your breasts making squeamish squealing noises. No nipple piercing for me. 1) Ow! 2) At this point any extra weight’s only going to help gravity do it’s evil work.
I guess I could do one of those blog entries in which I invite any and all questions anybody cares to ask me, but some wiseass would inevitably ask “What’s the meaning of life?”. Right at this moment, the meaning of life is to get my hands on all the unfound Easter candy.
Hey, since there’s a possibility Gizmo might have found a new hiding place for Ezmerelda, y’all should think of questions for me. If there are thirteen, I can cheat and answer them for my Thursday Thirteen tomorrow. :lmao:
Take pity on the content-desperate author with the AWOL Guatemalan worry doll.