Life has become a little busier in the Dub household.
Blame it on a growing Miss Dub who needs more outings and entertainment than ever before.
Blame it on the good weather, which has prompted everyone and their dogs to throw some sort of shindig. (And let me tell you, those dogs make a mean kebab.)
Blame it on our new, responsibility-laden assignments at church. (Enrichment counselor for me – HELP!)
Blame it on the new fall season, which we feel obliged to sample. (Can I just say Reaper was the funniest, most cleverly premised show I’ve seen in a long time? And I generally don’t like Satan humor.)
Whatever you want to blame it on – and, yes, Mark-Paul Gosselar is an option – I got so busy this weekend that I forgot to recharge my blog batteries. I forgot to do something so unbelievably fun or exciting or hilarious that I had to tell you about it in exaggerated detail. I forgot to get inspired and motivational and/or lose 15 pounds in a diuretic cleansing. I just plain forgot … everything.
So I’ve got nothing for ch’alls. Except to point out that I continue to insert my invented phrase, “ch’alls,” into my blogs – along with FYE (for your edification) – and yet neither term has joined popular vernacular. I mean, how influential do you have to be to coin a phrase these days? Because I have like FOUR blog readers.
Speaking of that, I’m going to implore ch’alls to help me out this week. With my batteries blitzed, I need your ideas to keep me writing this week. Because the alternative is reading this nonsense for the next four days, and, FYE, that would be annoying.
So why don’t you all send me some questions – whether in the comments section, via email or by carrier pigeon. ‘Cause we all know that I have no shame in sharing my secrets.
The hottest, most popular questions will be on the Hot Topic table tomorrow, and the others will get answered throughout the week.
Sound good, ch’alls?
(Wow! That word is super annoying. Who in the heck invented it anyway?)
