I am looking at a mountain of laundry today. I don't know where it came from, I don't know how it got there, I have no idea who wore all these clothes and left them on the floor of my closet, but there they are, in need of washing. Somehow, my Fly Lady ways have deteriorated over the last few months, and my daily load of laundry habit has been forgotten. Time to change that.
As I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning holding my bowl of hot oatmeal, being thankful for its warmth after being out early in the chilly morning for a walk with my neighbor D., I thought, Hey! Maybe I should take a picture of my breakfast and put it on my diary. After all, it is giving me such pleasure to look at it and eat it and get warmed up by it, that I think I'll share.
Then I thought, Who are you kidding? What kind of nonsense is this? Your blog would truly have hit bottom if all you can think to do is put pictures of your boring breakfast on there. What kind of meaningful contribution to the bloggoshere would that be? Tsk Tsk.
The Testy Triumverate even put a word in at the tastelessness of such an entry. Nigel was particularly put off by the idea. He used some really big words like "mephitic" to describe his opinion of the "creative" use of my breakfast as blogfodder.
I was suitibly chagrined and rejected the idea right in the middle of editing the photo (which I had already taken). I figured if I posted it, this would most certainly confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt... even beyond the hallowed chambers of the Triumverate, that indeed my blog had jumped the shark.
Sigh.
So then what will I write about today?
Oh what the heck.
[album 65561 breakfast2.JPG]
Where's the shark? Tell him to leap away!
[album 65561 Pink divider.gif]
As I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning holding my bowl of hot oatmeal, being thankful for its warmth after being out early in the chilly morning for a walk with my neighbor D., I thought, Hey! Maybe I should take a picture of my breakfast and put it on my diary. After all, it is giving me such pleasure to look at it and eat it and get warmed up by it, that I think I'll share.
Then I thought, Who are you kidding? What kind of nonsense is this? Your blog would truly have hit bottom if all you can think to do is put pictures of your boring breakfast on there. What kind of meaningful contribution to the bloggoshere would that be? Tsk Tsk.
The Testy Triumverate even put a word in at the tastelessness of such an entry. Nigel was particularly put off by the idea. He used some really big words like "mephitic" to describe his opinion of the "creative" use of my breakfast as blogfodder.
I was suitibly chagrined and rejected the idea right in the middle of editing the photo (which I had already taken). I figured if I posted it, this would most certainly confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt... even beyond the hallowed chambers of the Triumverate, that indeed my blog had jumped the shark.
Sigh.
So then what will I write about today?
Oh what the heck.
[album 65561 breakfast2.JPG]
Where's the shark? Tell him to leap away!
[album 65561 Pink divider.gif]