A day that will live in infamy

As usual it's late and I am tired. I finally finished my email and after chasing after Disney World vacation packages online, I now am ready to write.

I made this deal with my friend Cheri White 2 days ago. It goes something like this: I will write everyday if she will. She wants and needs to write, so here's her opportunity. I will ride her ass and she mine. So ok Cheri, here's the beginning of my part of the deal. I shall be awaiting yours.

Cheri's part of the deal was that we were to write at least one paragraph a day. I had to laugh. As you all know, I am incapable of writing anything less than a doctoral dissertation in one sitting. If she bothers to read my blog she will learn this quickly. Another thing she will learn is that I am incapable of ending a sentance in anything less than a preposition, cause that's where I'm at. (I had to add that last part so that I could end the sentance in a preposition) If she reads far enough back she will discover that I am also a very bad poet. It also won't take her long to figure out that I have no concept of proper sentance structure. She'll also note my hideous spelling, gramatical errors, punctuation and of course the proverbial typos that I never double check for. (see that was a hard one getting the preposition at the end of that sentance, but I managed, it just takes a little work sometimes)

In other news, I think Jesse the goat is going to give birth any day now. Y'all may recall that we named all the goats after a Toy Story theme (Buzz is the proud father, he was brought in to replace Woody who was killed by a pack of dogs). Well, everyone except Wanda who was named after a Fairy Odd Parents theme. I'll keep you posted as to when and how many Jesse drops when she gives birth.

Alrighty (which, btw, is not really a word) then, my paragraph is written and it's time for me to toddle off to bed after the nightly brushing of the teeth and emptying of the bladder rituals (not necessarily conducted at the same time, but yes, they do occur in the same room, albeit in different locations.. at, is, to, from, it... see how easy it is? Two for the price of one there! I am so on a roll now <grin>).

P.S.

I am sorry Ky that I am not a good bad punster. I so want to make bad puns for you, but none will come out of my head. It's as they don't exist in me anymore. It's as if my Groan-O-Meter is broken. Do know, however, that I think of you and bad punning often. I think the problem is that I became obsessed with double ententres' of a sexual nature at some point in my career and lost the more innocent sport of the bad pun. Perhaps the problem is that I need Viagra for Puns. Then every once in a while I can get one up for you. I shall work on it diligently O' Majestic Mistress o' the Bay.