Conundrum Compromise

Current Conundrum:
I WANT to write. Really I do. I have things to say, and I want to say them here. Unfortunately, I am also tired (this tends to impair the writing ability, and also makes me think that I am saying clever things that I actually am not but generally don't realize until several days after I've posted something when I bother to re-read it.) Plus I have to get up early to meet friends for breakfast, after which I have to load the car up with the pets and all their accessories, then race to Sparta. It has been communicated to me (by the Maternal Unit) that it is ESSENTIAL that I arrive in a timely manner, as there are all sorts of apparently URGENT things that must be accomplished. (The urgency of these things is a TOUCH unclear to me as the agenda appears to include such non-life-threatening items as "pedicure.") Obviously, if I stay up to write tonight, I will be writing stupid things poorly, but I will think that they are brilliant and well-written. I will also be at risk of getting behind schedule tomorrow, which - apparently - would be VERY bad.

Solution:
I will still post, but will try to entertain you all with meaningless and random things that will not necessitate that I write. Photos are always good for this. Here you go:


Okay... here's a good one. If you like that blurry, "is-she-high-or-drunk" sort of look. For the record, I was neither. This was Becca's wedding, BEFORE we even got to the reception.


All I'm going to say is this: You haven't been to a party until you've been to an EIGHTIES Party. No, it is NOT fair to others that I posted a photo that does not include me. That's the way it goes when one has SUPREME control over one's own blog.



There. Does this help make up for the photo that doesn't include me? How does a photo like this even get taken??? Halloween, many moons ago. MANY moons ago.

This is not a happy face.

But at least I didn't have to wear this outfit!!!

That's all the lame filler that I have the energy for tonight. Maybe next time there will be some sort of logic or order to my photo selections - but that could be the fatigue-induced delusion talking.