I've been terribly remiss with my blogging duties lately, and let me tell you why.
Instead of spending my time creating witty and amusing blogs of my own, I've been spending all my time here. If you have never been there, I ask you to please take a moment and check it out. Trust me you won't be sorry. Pay particular attention to the posts under the favorites section, especially, but certainly not limited to the J.C. Penny's blog.
Johnny Virgil's blog 15 Minute Lunch has been a permanant fixture on my computer screen this past week. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if the blog was forever burned into my monitor, not unlike what happened with my t.v. and a certain I Love Lucy DVD.
Lest you think I'm making this up, I can honestly assure you that I have spent 90% of my waking hours today, just reading the archives. The rest of the week was pretty much the same in between that pesky little thing called work.
I had to stop reading the blogs at work though, because my constant hysterical laughing out loud to myself was getting a little suspicious not to mention embarrassing.
Now the question is, does this make me a pathetic looser? On the one hand I'm a serious fan and enjoy good reading material anywhere I can get it. On the other, what does it say about me if I have the time to squander my whole day reading blogs?
Seriously though, check it out cause it will make you laugh.
A word of caution and I may or may not be speaking from experience, you might want to refrain from eating and/or drinking while reading his posts as some/all of what you just consumed may come flying out in a spontaneous burst of laughter. Either that or you'll choke. Either way not a good thing.
On another note...
My T.V. is still busted.
Although you may be happy to know, I certainly was anyway, that it wasn't my fault after all. It was these guys...
I know this because I heard singing the other night, while outside collecting the cats, and upon further inspection saw 3 furry bodies fleeing the scene via the electrical wire, although they may have just been scared off by the crazy guy yelling for Alvin at the top of his lungs.
For whatever reason the little buggers have taken to chewing on our electrical wires, which had been causing some weird power surges throughout the house.
What I want to know is what makes them decide that electrical wires make for good eating?
At first we thought it was my husbands fault after he wired up the generator to the house. I'm no electrician (and neither is he) but this involved turning off the power and running around the house trying to figure out which rooms were on what circuit so he could wire the generator to them. Or something like that. Whatever he did involved messing with the electricity and shortly after the power surges started.
After some research he figured out that most likely he didn't F things up and called the electric company.
At this point I have to say I was seriously impressed. They had a man at our house in less than 2 hours and the problem fixed 30 minutes after that. Not to shabby.
So while it wasn't my fault after all, it still sucks with a capitol S. For one, my husband is not a big fan of television, and is actually, although bummed about the cost of fixing the t.v, also secretly pleased that I am no longer able to annoy/distract him by watching inane reruns of _______ . (Well I can't actually say, because frankly I'm too embarrassed. Just fill in your show of choice). Therefore I have a sneaking suspicion that he is in no hurry to fix it.
On the plus side it has given me more time to read Johnny Virgil's blog and if I feel like it maybe some light housework.
However, around 11:00 pm or so, I can't take the withdrawals any longer, and end up hiding out in the bedroom watching DVD's on my computer.
Don't tell my husband though, he thinks I'm doing something constructive.