I had vowed not to be posting at 4:30 in the morning, yet here I am. We’ll call it a Blogger’s Sad Day. You see Steven lost a dear friend yesterday, who was the mother of a dear friend. He was so sad, I took him out to cheer him up.
Just to plug a local business.
We had some food at Fat Cat’s Fish Fry, then went to Applebee’s, where we still had money on a gift card my parents gave us. More importantly, it was Winesday, half price bottles of wine. It was not my smartest idea. I got home (and I will just mention that I was OK to drive but foolishly poured myself more wine once there), Steven went to sleep, and I typed in the following:
Oh, this sucks. I need to make a blog post, yet I do not have a proper stylus to do so.
One would think the predictive text would help in such a situation. However, that is not the case. Oh crap. What should. I do now?
How about I add a picture or two?
Huh?
OK, I have really no idea what this is or what it is from. I suppose I might just as well admit that these are things have have been posted under my auspices. How do these things happen? I have no idea.
Who would not subscribe to such a sentiment?
I am tired and ready to let myself go to a superior text. Any takers? Oh dear.
There were such interlopers now. But how can we confront them now?
Back to the present, I see it is obvious that I drank and typed. I am embarrassed and inclined to backspace it all out. Yet, I feel it is right to show my foibles. Let’s face it, I am mostly cringing because I know my mother will read this.
Incidentally, I remember where the picture came from. It was hanging on the wall at The Celtic Harp (on an occasion when I was NOT driving). Apparently I drink and click, too.
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