No Main Idea...

So.

Today has been ridiculously dumb.  Beyond dumb really. How is that for a topic sentence? I set myself a nice little goal last night of really getting back into this whole blogging thing.  Like maybe if I just make myself type something, anything, everyday, then maybe, eventually, I'll have something to say.  Or feel funny again.  Or something.  I don't know. It's hard to really know what point one is trying to make when there is a furry beast breathing chicken and rice kibble breath in your face insisting with a furry beast paw that you just scratch a little right here.  No, not there...here.  Anyway, now that you're ready to crack a window open at the thought of all that chicken and rice kibble breath, the point I was trying to make, I think, is that I'm trying to get back to writing.  Did I say that already? 

Did I also mention that today is dumb?  Because it is.  It's painfully and ridiculously and marvelously gorgeous outside what with all the Fall in the South business, so really, I cannot gripe too very much.  Because let me tell you someting about seasons in the South:  if the humidity drops anywhere below 110%, well, you pretty much better hush your mouth about any complaining at all because for once you can go inside with the same hair you came outside with.  When I was a kid and I asked my dad how the weather would be, he would always give me the forecase as it pertained to hair. 

Me: "Dad, what's the weather going to be like this weekend?" 
Him:  "Great hair weather!"  Which, of course, meant low humidity. Or "terrible hair weather!" meant any day of the year that wasn't October, or that one day in April. 

Anyway, today is dumb mostly for mood reasons, as in, I am in a bad one.  Nothing you really need to hear about, nor do you want to, because really, it's nothing worth putting out into the universe at all. 

Whatever, let's not talk about me anymore, deal?

Tell me about you.  Are you dressing up for Halloween, if you're into that sort of thing? 

I used to be a blogger once....

Dude.  I know.  It's been 100 years and you were all getting horribly concerned that I might have fallen off the edge of the planet.  But no worries.  I am still here.  I just haven't been here here ya know?  And really, it's not because I don't have anything to say.  It's pretty much that I just have TOO MUCH to say which causes a system overload and leaves me with nothing to say.  Are you following this?  Me neither.

Anyway, I hope you all are rocking your lives like the awesome peeps you are.  I will do my best to update more often, especially now that I'm a little afraid of Kathryn.  She sent me an intense poke comment which left a righteous bruise, man.  Soooo many stories to tell you.  I mean, really, did you all know that I have moved?  You did know that actually because I told you, but did you know I moved to a whole new STATE? No, you did not.  And did you also know that I FINALLY got a job?  Bet ya didn't.  And how about the fact that I am now officially and legally and sassily 30 years old?  And there was a birthday party?  That involved ball gowns?  And masquerade masks? Yowza right?  Here is the edge of your seat, welcome to it.

So yeah, I'll try to fill you in on the scoop as soon as my brain cooperates.  It's been far too preoccupied with things like 2 story inflatable water slides and vampires and werewolves to even try to form complete sentences.  Stay tuned ok....?

Thanks for sticking around. :)

xoxo,

Help me internet....

I recently bought a new bag-o-socks from Wal-Mart. Six pair for $5. Score! 

Here's where I'm stuck.  They were in a resealable bag.  Wha?  Can anyone think of any reason that a person would need their SOCKS in a bag that reseals?  Because I got nothing. 

I can think of reasons why a person may want to keep them in this bag, but no reason why resealability would be necessary. 

Thoughts?