Wait — no. That can’t be right.
That sounds like what some girls do when they get a boyfriend– they’re all ‘sorry I can’t call or write or stay in touch cause you know I have this BOYfriend and I don’t care what you are talking about because what could possibly be more interesting than this mad teenage crush I’m having– but wait, I gotta take this call I think it is HIM calling me’ . . .
Oh hang on a sec— I think that’s my boyfriend calling me . ..
photo credit: Mindy Tsonas
You know I would never share private updates in such a public forum. I am not the bare-all blogger. I know it’s been awhile but remember me? I’m here to bore you with endless photos of walks with my aging dogs and to help you wean off the Ambien, Lunesta and Rozerem with the non-habit forming, non-narcotic wonder of my deep thoughts about growing your soul.
Actually, I came in here to tell you that I’m having a dinner party this weekend and was hoping one of you would want to sit next to me at the table?
All my IRL friends have declined, how odd . . .