In a flippin' violently red flannel nightgown.
Now, would you believe, the internet has gone kaput at FriedOkra Manor. Umbilical cord to outside world? Meet rusty, jagged scissors.
Oh, you weren't using that life's blood, were ya?
(Thank you Nicki for letting me pirate your connection. Is it pirating, even, when they give you the password?)
Y'all. This just couldna come at a better time! (Irony.) (Or sarcasm?)
VEXED doesn't even begin to describe my current frame of mind. Please, can anything else go wrong? WAIT! Don't answer that.
So, this here is my NaBloPoMo post for the day, and yes, so noted, I'll be losing another 4 of my 5 readers, (2 of which are related to me by blood and one by marriage). Because I have lost my bloggin' mojo, apparently.
It feeeeeeeeeeeeeell down the se-ew-wer, with my siiiiiiiiis-ter's I-D.
I do appreciate the kind words with regards to my searing red kitchen and soothing khaki family room. (Thank you Lord for the wisdom to at least choose a cool neutral to act as an environmental salve to our burned retinas on the occasions that we have the opportunity to
Sigh. I am still hoping the RED grows on me. It is a lovely color, this red. IT'S JUST THAT THERE IS SO MUCH. SO MUCH OF THE LOVELY COLOR. MY COLOR RODS GO COMPLETELY LIMP AND NUMB AFTER BEING IN THAT ROOM FOR 15 MINUTES AND THEN EVERYTHING I SEE IS JUST DULL, DINGY, GREYISH-GREEN.
Not the effect I was going for, really. But I will say that it IS hastening my efforts to FIND SOMETHING. FIND ANYTHING. MAKE HASTE! TO PUT THINGS THE WALLS AND COVER SOME OF THIS UP. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE. AND IKE. WHO MAKE "HOT TAMALES" BY THE WAY. WHICH INCIDENTALLY ARE THE SAME COLOR AS THESE WALLS. THESE WALLS WHICH ARE CLOSING IN ON ME.
And now I shall go and phone my lovely internet provider. I'm simply filled to overflowing with joy.