A wise friend reminded me several weeks ago that I have in fact recovered Internet access in my place of residence, and so therefore, blogging should not be excluded from my range of activities.
I mean just when I thought I would never find another activity … Enough with the sarcasm. Here’s the reality:
Tommy caught me singing songs ranging from “Hot Blooded” to “Here Comes the Bride” to my computer as I scrolled through Facebook updates tonight, so he suggested that I might be a little crazy. I concurred, though I think the mayhem might have something to do with the Diet Dr. Pepper I drank during the Service Committee benevolence allocations meeting tonight. Yes, I did refrain from singing “wah wah wah wah” (to any tune) during the meeting, though I was terribly tempted to break out Gold Digger or some such thing.
I did, however, find the gumption to suggest that someone’s request sounded more like a call for a “love offering” than something for a budget line item. I was being 100% serious, but I ended up getting a few laughs. Perhaps I should have opted for Sprite. But come on …. someone give me an “amen” on the love offering thing! I mean, pass the basket – if you don’t get enough, pass it again. I forget where I am.
Love it. I’m glad you’re back…