Warm, soft, sweet, homey, comfortable, candle-lit love.
Apparently, when one goes away from a blog for a very long time, this “posting” thing becomes less of a habit.
I am a creature of habit. I do the same things on the same nights of the week. I buy the same things each week at the grocery store.
So I maybe have to figure out a way to squeeze this back into the routine, because it is a fun little place to let things out.
I just have to remember to come in every once in a while.
Oh, and Tuesday is election day, right? Go vote!
My Name is Toby. I am a good doggie. I need a new home where I can get lots of exercise and a family that has time to give me consistent training. I am house trained and have basic obedience (sit, stay, etc). Can anyone help me, please? Black Lab / Shepherd mix about 6 – 7 mos old.
There’s some things I want… none of them are what you might call inexpensive. So I am going to have to pick.
I simply cannot do all of these things
What to pick, what to pick…
OK, OK TIFF!!!
I know I slapped up that “Gone Fishin” sign quite some time ago.
I meant to take a wee break and recharge and kinda get back into the swing o’ things.
And, uh, well, then life kinda happened while I wasn’t looking, and here’s poor little old No Celery Please languishing away in this dusty corner of the interwebz, crying out for someone, ANYONE, to come by and toss up a post.
Well… ok, not ANYONE because, hey, I’m the only one with an ID to post on this site. So it really would have to be me.
I had been toying for a couple of weeks with coming out here and posting a post of posty goodness, but the laws of entropy kept an object at rest at, well, rest. You know how the story goes.
But Mistress Tiff has sent out a plaintive cry to the lost bloggers of the universe, and there she went and pushed me all over the edge and so now here I am, trying to think of something that I can write about having been gone, lo, these several months. (And no, I wasn’t actually fishing. I hate fishing. Yuck Slimy.)
So… things that have happened.
But the interwebz have asked that I come back and once again “entertain” them with the mundane activities that take up the day here at NCP inc.
This, I believe, falls under the category of “be careful what you wish for”