I'm sorry I didn't write in my blog today. You see, I was going to write in my blog, but then I got a new issue of The Sun. As is my habit, I waited until the little one went to bed, poured myself a hot bath, and set the magazine on the edge of the tub, opened to the Reader's Write section, as I got ready for my bath. A glass of cheap red wine was also perched on the edge of the tub. Tonight, though, I turned around to face the towel rack and heard a strange noise behind me. When I looked again, the magazine had tumbled into the bath water. No! The magazine was soaking wet. So now, I had to read all of the Reader's Write section (carefully, oh so careful not to rip the pages) before the pages dried and stuck together.

So, I'm sorry I didn't write in my blog today. The Sun was delicious, though. I guess I'm not really sorry.

I was going to write about chickens.


  1. It's a good thing I clicked the link for The Sun. For a minute I thought you were talking about the old tabloid that they used to sell next to the Weekly World News. I'm not sure if that would have been bad or awesome.

  2. We're breaking all the rules now! Let anarchy reign...

  3. I can't wait to hear about chickens!

    We ate eggs from my daughter's chickens this morning, and didn't forget to say the thanksgiving ritual:"Thank you to the chickens"