This is because as an English major, I had a modestly estimated 416 papers due every week, and even way back then, I secluded myself in the bathtub to write. Things just flowed better there. And I guess they still do.
Which is why the other night I was soaking away in a tubful of Bath and BodyWorks Aromatherapy Energy Orange Ginger Foam Bath, an idea just popped into my head.
(Aside) "Just popped into my head" is a phrase that gets a considerable amount of air time in our household since the day last summer when Al and Nana and the kids and I went and visited my Grandmama and Granddaddy Clover at the "retirement village," and we stepped off the elevator to find the two of them sittin' out in the common area as if they were waitin' for us, even though they had no idea we were coming. We walked over to them and they looked us over carefully, and it was a little bit awkward but then all of a sudden, Grandaddy Clover (who has Alzheimers pretty badly now) fired off, "AL FRIEDOKRA!" And my husband jumped a little and said, "Yes, yes, that's me, Mr. Clover," and Granddaddy smiled his great big wide smile that always makes ME smile, and he explained earnestly and with no small amount of surprise in his voice, "I don't know how I know your name - it just popped into my head." And everybody laughed until we were wheezing and wiping tears out of our eyes.
So now, at random intervals, Al'll just randomly shoot out an "AL FRIEDOKRA! I don't know how I know your name. It just popped into my head," and then we burst into laughter all over again.
I do not fully understand it, myself, but I think it may have been one of those "You have to laugh to keep from cryin'" things. You know what I mean? (/Aside.)
Anyway, bein' a direct descendent of Granddaddy Clover and all that, I guess I inherited the "It just popped into my head gene," so as I was splashin' away merrily in a cloud of Orange Ginger bliss a few nights ago, all of a sudden, two and a half years into my bloggin' life, a random thought hit me BANG UPSIDE THE HEAD from out of the blue.
It's a tag line, people. Which I have sworn since day one I would never-ever have, not because I have a personal grudge against tag lines, because I surely do not. On the contrary I think tag lines are as charmin' as a duck on a junebug. I just didn't think I'd ever have a tag line because a tag line might indicate to the random reader who might pop by that I had arrived at, you know, some actual purpose for filling up page after loquacious page of internetty acreage. Which I think we can all agree is simply not the case. If there's one thing I am, it's careful always to remain fully and firmly convicted in the purposelessness of my ramblings. And I would never want to mislead anyone into believing I'm actually ever planning on making an actual point. That would be inauthentic!
And yet, people.
It just popped into my head.
And once it did, I knew. My tag linear destiny had arrived in spite of me. Like the old saying about love - how you can't find it by chasing it, you just gotta sit still and let it find you? (They do say that about love, don't they?) (Maybe I made that up. It did work for me, though!) But anyway, it just popped into my head, I am happy to report that it is plenty vague enough that I don't feel the least bit confined or restricted by it. We can co-exist happily, me and my tag line, and best of all, with this tag line, FriedOkra can maintain its strict adherence to its Absolutely and Uncategorically No Purpose or Point Whatsoever policy.
And there it is, up there, by the porch swing, under the okra.
My Shiny New Tag Line!!
(If you put your nose to the screen and sniff really hard, you can still smell orange ginger bath foam.)
What do y'all think?