I hear the whispers, the little comments. "Why haven't you blogged today?" "Your blog is slipping." "Retire, Bone. You just don't have it anymore." "My new boyfriend is a lot funnier than you." Oh, wait. Well, my friends, coming up with a creative, funny, and interesting blog entry which stimulates the brain and delights the senses is not always easy.
Have I thought about giving it up? Sure. What blogger hasn't? But I think I will know when it's time to go, somehow. A great blog entry is like a 50-point game in the NBA. Late in Michael Jordan's career, before retirement #2, you knew he wasn't going to go for fifty every night. But you also knew that once in awhile, on a given night, he could still rediscover the magic. So, I'm still here. It's just that the fifty point games don't happen quite as often as they once did.
...was exhausting. Friday night included billiards, bowling, and cards. Got home about 1:30, then I had to work 10-5 on Saturday. That was about as fun as a rectal thermometer. Went to Huntsville Saturday night, bought some clothes at Old Navy and had dinner at Greenbrier, one of my favorite places to eat. I haven't been feeling too well today. I think I may actually call and get a doctor's appointment tomorrow.
And happy birthday to Jessica, who turned 24 yesterday.
"Well, I'll see what she is willing to do... computer-wise, that is."
"I drown mine out with lots of toothpaste."
"Just don't look at it before you put it in your mouth."
"How long do you have?"
"Well, that's five minutes longer than I've ever talked to a girl."
"I know they've all been talking 'bout me. I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think there must be something wrong, with me..."