Did you ever forget every frakkin' word of that post, even the theme, by the time you finished/got home? Oh, good. I wouldn't want to be the only one.
Consequently, you won't be getting that fantabulistic post I wrote on the way over to my brother's house. You'll be getting this one. Hey, these things happen. Such is Life. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. There are other l'il bloggy fishies in the sea. Ask not what your blogger can do for you, ask what you can do for ...
Sigh ... I'm wandering again.
I wonder how many bloggers write down those little blog gems when they spring to mind; maybe even carry around a little spiral notebook and pen? I saw someone on Twitter suggest it a short while ago and thought, well, that's kind of silly. Now I'm thinking, hey, that guy was brilliant.
In other news ...
As I write at this moment, I have Twitter on, but minimized, and at the bottom of the computer screen it says, "(47) Twitter/Home..." Thus I have 47 tweets to catch up on. Oops, 49. Damn, 53. Whose brilliant idea was this, I wonder, to bombard us with numbers? Do we need this pressure? Couldn't they have just left it the way it was, with us blissfully unaware? Let us scroll down and be pleasantly surprised by the amount of new and no doubt fascinating little 140 character bon mots that await us? The term "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" comes to mind. Oh, crap. 59 now ... 61... 68. AGGGHHHH!
Bye for now. Gotta get scrollin'.