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
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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.