Okay, so I was warned by my sister Angela that blog land would be addictive, but I truly didn't understand. We have had a particularly boring weekend other than some of our favorite college students coming over to play speed Uno with us.
I had nothing to read so I went to the library to get a new book, only to find the Nick Hornby book I picked to be terrible. His writing is great, but I can't stand the characters, not normally the case with his books. He does self-loathing and cynical better than most any author I know. I believe the book is A Long Way Down, and all the characters are trying to commit suicide. No thank you. I just can't do it, I don't care how well you write.
Now I'm making couscous that no true Southerner would try, but I'm taking it to the church picnic anyway. I should put a big hunk of fat back in it to appeal to the die hards around here.
No matter, my new low, I've become a blog stalker. I didn't know I had it in me. I realized it when I was mad at a particular author for keeping a cicada on his blog for something like...three days! The Money Saving Mom has gone on vacation, Sassy Pants is at a funeral (I'm praying friend) she certainly has a reason for a break, and the Half Pint house is too busy right now. Fishmama has been faithful. Totally pregnant with #6 and she posts about three times a day. You're my hero.
So, I was pleased this morning when my above mentioned favorites got back in the game. Read here a new favorite of mine. Second Drafts. To me, this is his best writing yet.
And my new favorite thing to do....blog surf, jump, I don't know. Go from one persons favorites to another until I have no idea who I'm reading. I need a new hobby?! Any ideas?
Thanks Angela, I love to share my addictive personality with you!