Two of my favorites, Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff.
I was about to start making a Wuss-out Wednesday post when I realized it was only Tired Tuesday. However, my sweet husband, Steven, has the next two days off, so it is his Friday. Therefore, I thought of using this photo. Other than that, I don’t got much.
I went running earlier, so thought I could make a Running Commentary post. Unfortunately, I don’t think that is going to work out for me. I used up all my oomph before I ran, finishing my article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine and typing up a couple of scenes for a murder mystery. I was pretty impressed with myself that I ran at all. I was rewarded for my effort by the feeling that my legs actually had muscles in them. Yay, me.
Incidentally, regarding the headline, I’m not really Boris. For the main reason, I would never call my husband an idiot. Additionally, my voice is nowhere near as melodious. Wouldn’t that be a kick, though, if one day I magically woke up with Boris Karloff’s voice? That would rock.
Is this post turning into a Non-Sequitur Tuesday? That belongs on Thursday, for heavens’ sake! I can’t even keep my own features straight! Then again, that’s par for the course on Tired Tuesday. Let’s hope for better posts as the week wears on!
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