So, we were in the kitchen and C asked me what I was going to blog about. I told him "I can't remember what the schedule said," to which he replied, "I think you're doing your Chasing Christmas post," to which I replied...."Ohhh crap! That's, like, a thinking-post. I don't want to do any thinking," to which he replied, "Okay, Over-Thinker," to which I responded with a sucker punch to his arm. Don't mess with me, C--I'm skilled and punchy when pooped. I am tired. And that post was supposed to be a good one. Ya know, not like the usual drivel. So, I'm saving it--for a couple of weeks.
Instead, how about I rip off Jess's idea of featuring a bit of someone else's humor? Jess supplemented her bloggy-goodness with Richard Simmons-style hilarity---God..could you imagine if he went by Dick Simmons? Talk about perfection.
No Dicky Simmons on this post, but I do have David Sedaris and his Stadium Pal. I would like to be David Sedaris when I grow up-- I want to create brilliant, humorous books of prose and to live in France with a man. He can keep his Stadium Pal.