Oh, it is late for me to be posting on a Sunday, even a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, which this definitely is. Alas! Alack! Oh woe is me! Yes, I am being dramatic. We’ve discussed this. It is what I do.
Earlier we had another rehearsal for Secrets at Suiter House, the murder mystery we are doing to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society. Before that, Steven and I were at a Chinese Auction to benefit H.A.L.O., the cat rescue organization. I donated an afghan. We won a basket of beanie babies. Fun times! Earlier yet, we had breakfast at The Knight Spot in Frankfort.
So you see, I have a number of topics for a real post. Can I manage to write one. NO! That is why I am poised, the back of my wrist against my forehead, about to swoon in anguish. If only I had a chaise lounge to swoon upon, my life would be perfect. Instead I shall have to make do with a couch. It is almost impossible to type while holding that about-to-swoon pose, and even more so when one is actually swooning. Oh, OK, I will admit it: I have never actually swooned. I don’t even usually make the about-to-swoon pose. Yes, wrist to forehead is just an expression.
“Real post” is just an expression, too. I am going to hit “Publish.” Some people might read this nonsense. If so, I hope they find some amount of entertainment from it. As for me, I shall try for a better blog post tomorrow. Happy Sunday, folks.
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