What an amazing discovery. All these amazingly cool and nice people read the stupid stuff I write. They actually cook some of the recipes I post. It’s utterly baffling.
And wonderfully flattering.
And very guilt provoking when I’m not timely at updating.
And terribly frightening. What horrible things have I written about again? Good thing I can’t remember pretty much everthing or I wouldn’t even be able to look people in the eyes anymore. Poor Dave.
(for new readers, we like to work “Poor Dave” into the occasional post as a celebration and honor to my husband who, in his ever loving and constant devotion, has to put up with me). Hopefully new readers will also know where to place my witty sarcasm.
Anyway, I so wish I could just cut and paste some soccer emails here just so you could see the inanity that I deal with this time of year. Hundreds of mind-numing emails a day:
Filled with mind numbing questions… and helpless people… and….
I digress. I digress. I digress.
What I really wanted to talk about was my annual post about mud.
And my car.
…which is filthy. But not nearly as filthy as it could be, given our recent weather.
And that thing hanging off the bottom?
…I’m pretty sure is a worm.
And my driveway.
… that the FedEx truck got stuck in a few days ago.
And the reason
…that we had to drag the garbage all the way to the top of the God-forsakken very long and muddy driveway.
Which is responsible for
…this extra stash of mud I like to carry around on my running boards.
That is, no doubt, the source
… of the worm.