I do my best blogging in the shower.
Or, during sex, depending upon how much fancy juice I have consumed prior.
And sometimes, during certain times of the month, I can even blog on the couch while watching TV with my husband as he interjects comments in between the shows.
“Wow, check out how long her hair is.”
What the hell is wrong with my hair? I knew I should have never cut my hair. Why didn't you tell me not to cut my hair dammit!
“Look at that gymnast go. Not an ounce of fat on her I bet”
So now I’m a cow?
“Must be nice to have all that money”
What, you should have married for money instead of love. Is that what you’re saying??
“Keep playing the lottery babe, you never know.”
Why, so the first thing you can buy is a suitcase? ...THAT'S IT!
“So what do you want to watch honey?”
“&*%^&$##!!@@@()***^%@!!!!”
“&*%^&$##!!@@@()***^%@!!!!”
“&*%^&$##!!@@@()***^%@!!!!”
"!!!!!!*****RRRRRRRRROOOOAAAAAR******!!!!!!"
“WTF? Are you crazy?!”
I know.
You should see me blog in supermarkets.
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