I glanced at my sidebar this morning and saw we're on a pace to exceed last year's production in the blogging department. Last year we put up a record 698 posts about little or nothing... which makes one wonder how any one person could say so much about so little, so much so that I'm reminded of one of my favorite sayin's... "My, but I DO go on!" We still have 63 days left this year and we've already put up 649 items of little or no interest, not including this piece o' drivel.
I'm thinkin' I need a life. My surroundings are tellin' me that too, as El Casa Móvil De Pennington is in desperate need of a field day. There used to be a time when I prided myself on my ability to keep clutter at bay, when "a place for everything and everything in its place" was more than just a tired ol' cliché. These days I'm up to my ass in empty Amazon shipping boxes, old cigar boxes, stacks of magazines, and various and sundry other detritus, flotsam, and jetsam.
I'll reiterate what I've mentioned quite often in the past: we are in need of some serious nagging. The big stuff always gets done; it's the little shit that's killing me.
Yeah, I know: bitch, bitch, bitch. Beer me!