Well, my wrist is really on my forehead today. In a dramatic pose as I swoon on the sofa, of course.
This was me in a melodrama. I was quite dramatic.
The true wrist-to-forehead pose is leaned back, eyes skyward if they’re even open, as I said, about to swoon, backwards. I read somewhere that people always faint forward, that is one way you can tell if they are faking it. However, I think if you are already leaning back you would continue to do so. I have not had occasion to test the theory.
So far this post seems not to be about the title.
Even the re-runs are pretty good.
We are watching Snapped, one of my favorites. Unfortunately, or perhaps I should say fortunately, we are talking and talking and not watching so much. Fortunately, because it is fun to chat with people. Unfortunately, because I am not making a very good blog post.
Well, what are Sundays for, anyways? To sit around dreading Monday? What a waste of time! To prepare for the upcoming week? As if I ever did anything that together! To enjoy what’s left of the weekend? There’s a goal I can get behind!
So I am going to get off WordPress and get back to enjoying my conversation, true crime show, and Sunday evening. Perhaps I can find a picture to leave you with. Something wrist-to-forehead-ish? Something true-crime-ish? Something conversation-with-friends-ish? Or maybe just a monster for laughs?
“I still don’t know why they asked me to be in this blog post.”
Mohawk Valley Girl 