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.