It was very incompatible, after Blogger "Upgraded," and my old browser just wouldn't work.
I haven't blogged since the end of August, because I didn't have the borrowed PC to use.
well, hell.
SO, you've missed the gory details of my move.
And you've missed the grisley details of my girl, being knocked down by my Evil Dog, Porkchop, and landing on a rock, on her back. gawd.
But, I'll get you all up to date soon, now that I know I CAN blog!
My girl's ok; she could be better, of course, and is walking like either John Wayne or a very femme Frankenstein monster. But she's back to work and she's whining, so I think she's feeling better, if stiff.
She's saying she's always stiff.
ONly at work, usually.
She's actually pretty soft and fluffy, most of the time.
I made her wear a house dress the other day, cuz they're easy to put on and take off when one is miserable.
SHe got caught, outside, in her housedress, fanny pack and Sensible Shoes, by our neighbor across the street.
She knows him professionally.
I just stood there, quiet as a mouse, scratching a cat's ass, while she and he both pretended she wasn't dressed in that ridiculous get up.
It was quite amusing.
But she's been seen in sleeveless, flower print, seersucker housedresses on several occasions in public now.
I think I've lowered her standards.
We're turning into hillbillies.
Next, it'll be Kool Aids and Velveeta grilled cheese sandwiches on the front porch.
She's correcting me: she thinks it should be "Kool Aid," not "Kool Aids;" She says it's not plural.
See if I EVER blog again while she's watching me. Persnickity bitch.
Don't call me a slut, you whore!
I'll show you a skank; bend over.
This is how we spend our evenings now: insulting each other and complaining about our war injuries.
I love her very much.
Now watch: this one won't post.
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