Who gets the hiccups peeling carrots? Not eating them, mind you, PEELING them. This is another “What the Hell, me?” moment.
I thought that was a better lead than what played in my head while I was peeling said carrots, something along the lines of, “It is becoming increasingly clear that I need a new approach. To blogging, to writing, to life.”
I’m sitting here making my Sunday post early Monday morning, on my Tablet, because, although I greatly prefer typing with all ten fingers, I cannot bear the unreliability of my laptop (good job, predictive text thingy; it’s fun not to have to type in the whole word sometimes).
Where was I? Ah yes, a new approach. What could it be? Sometimes when I want to feel like a whole different person, I wear lipstick. That sort of random change can be helpful. Like any cure (for example working on a hated chore “for just ten minutes” or taking ibuprofen for a headache), it doesn’t always work.
I don’t think I’ll try that one today. Too obtrusive, especially if I pick bright red, which is really the best color for the purpose. Somebody at work is likely to say, “Ooh, you’re wearing lipstick, ” or, which would be really awkward, “How come you’re wearing lipstick? ” My co-workers have come to expect weirdness from me, but there is no point in hitting them over the head with it.
Well, I will have to work this out for myself. If I get it figured out, I will no doubt make a blog post about it (once again, thank you, predictive text thingy). By the way, the hiccups did not last long, and I got the carrots peeled.
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