Tell some men.
Rub my back, rub my back rub my back! (na-na-na)
This past Friday The Queen of Everything (i.e. my mother) arrived in NOLA to visit her beloved Princess of Quite A Lot (i.e. me). Needless to say, there wasn't a lot of time (or energy) for blogging the last five days. It was an absolute blast hanging out with mom again. We hung around The Quarter (I only had to wrench the daiquiri out of her hand once!), and did some shopping on Magazine Street.
Whatever work The South did on turning me into a polite, good-natured young lady this last year was totally dismantled by my mother in five days, so look out. Jersey's back in the house.
I guess you've noticed there have been some changes around the blog... Again. I was getting tired of trying to be "a blogger" all the time. For a while I was eating, sleeping, dreaming blogs. I was constantly working my brain trying to come up with ideas "other people" would like. As much as I adore the undivided attention of strangers, it was getting a little taxing. So from now on, this blog has no theme. It's not meant to be exclusively about anything, but whatever happens to be on my mind that day.
Like right now? I'm thinking that it's close to impossible to type successfully with these damn fingernails! I got sick of looking at my chewed, stubby fingers last week and took myself out for a much-overdue manicure. Now I'm completely useless. I've been dropping things left and right, and I'm about as proficient a typist as Edward Scissorhands.
When I get them redone next week, I'm definitely having them trimmed.