Every so often I like to pause the slow creaking machinery of this publication in order to answer certain burning hypothetical questions which, at least theoretically, could be troubling the minds of readers everywhere.
Here we go…
Yes, I’m still alive.
No, I haven’t been writing here very often.
Yes, I still love you.
No, you can’t move in.
Yes , I’m still busy fixing this site, promoting the Mind Over Memphis videos, and doing all the things I whined about here.
No, I didn’t run out of ideas.
Yes, time and energy are in short supply lately.
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Yes, the Hot Comma Momma is still hot.
No, I will not issue a comment on those awkward burns.
Yes, Little Miss Ominous and her new husband are doing well.
No, I don’t have a counter-point to that statement.
Yes, it’s been a crazy busy year.
No, it’s not over yet.
Happy Monday
- If you have to ask, you must be new here. ↩
Bummed I can’t move in…
I’ll talk to the HCM. I’m sure you can stay on the couch…I won’t be needed it…at least until I can upgrade from the doghouse…
Can I just sleep in the yard? All I need is a tarp and a low hanging branch.
I have a perfect place for you in the swap.
Assuming you’re not allergic to poison ivy, poison oak, or leeches.
I was going to ask you to let me move in until I heard you sing, “Hit Me With Your Best Thought.” I’d rather stay here in my box behind your building.
You have discovered phase one of my Surprise Roommate Prevention System.
Phase two includes the greatest hits of ABBA, full volume and slightly off-key.
Is there any chance of just stopping over for a few days? I wont get under you feet or anything I swear!
I’m afraid there’s no vacancy at the OC Head Quarters., But I’m sure Dr Toboggans could put you up…or more likely hold you up for large sums of money.
are the rooms nice or what?
The very next time I read a blog, Hopefully it won’t disappoint me as much as this particular one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I genuinely believed you would probably have something interesting to talk about. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you can fix if you weren’t too busy seeking attention.