You've seen the "Blogging Without Obligation" tags, right? I can't do that. I don't feel right taking a night off unless I bring you a note from my doctor.
I remember back in my early blogging/blog surfing days, I used to read Pioneer Woman every morning, and if she didn't post, I was sure a herd of cattle had stampeded (is that a word?) her to death. And I'd worry all morning, just as if she was a close, personal friend. And, of course, that was never the reason; it was always something like her popularity had exceeded her bandwidth and crashed the entire Oklahoma internet. I'm pretty sure none of you would anticipate that kind of thing would be the reason why I would miss posting.
(Funny how I do a whole blog post telling you why I'm not doing a blog post, right?)
Anyway, I have nothing much to say tonight and I'm feeling a little cranky.
I'm at work and it's 8 p.m. (but I'm leaving in a minute).
I have a toothache. I see the dentist in the morning.
I have an upset tummy. (Quite possibly because I see the dentist in the morning.)
Manager Man's plane arrives from New York in about 20 minutes--he'll be staying with us for a few days. (Okay, I suspect he's really staying with the Wild Child, but since she lives with us . . . .)
So I'm going to go home now and not turn on the computer. Please don't miss me too much. I'll be back tomorrow.