Author: The Jody

Hey, that last post was to show Erica, new fan of the dump who happened to be at the party in question, how I could post to my website from my phone. Problem is that where my aunt lives she doesn’t get a phone signal so while I created the message in front of her, I couldn’t send it until I was driving home. But it still came from the phone…

I am partied out. 12 to 4 was a birthday party for a 5 year old who lives a couple of houses away, and then 4 to 8:30 was like a little family reunion at my aunt’s. Junior is definitely partied out. Well, I am partied out. He had nice friends to play with at both places, at the end of the 2nd partiy he was definitely hanging out with kids older than him. He loves kids and got REALLY upset when they were all leaving him. Once again I feel bad that he’s an only child.

So I’m just going to finish this, find my new People magazine, and put my feet up. If you were expecting to hear from me (i.e. sent an email) I’m just not going to get to it until tomorrow.

At my aunt’s for a party.

I’m pretty sure this is the first one. Actually, what’s odd is that I thought the rainy part of the day was over and done with, and that the weather was preparing for our sunny 80’s day tomorrow. And then it started pouring. And thundering…luckily not that close to me. Did I ever mention here how much I hate lightning and thunder? If I have to drive in it, it takes everything in my being not to burst into tears. Hate it hate it hate it. Hate the loudness of it. Fear it striking me or something near me, causing damage to my house, or fire. Hate it.

But it’s nice when it’s far away and just kind of rumbley, which is how it sounds right now. And before you tell me I shouldn’t be online, it’s laptop on the wireless connection up in my bedroom. So the computer is in no way connected by wires to any part of the house. Cool, huh?

I was going to come up with something brilliant, some insight that would make you realize that this is the place to come for your answers to all the world’s most deep and puzzling questions, but then I realized that I have nothing brilliant to say. If my brain was a washcloth it would be that brittle one hanging on the handrail in the shower, dried up and rough and just a little musty-smelling, instead of the Bounce-fresh just-from-the-dryer brain I wish I could present to you.

My humble apologies.

At least my brain is not the soap puddle that accumulates in the soap dish because water got in it again. That would be gross.

Added Later: Still nothin’.

Let me just say this: Thank God the package of Milanos only contains 4 cookies or they’d need a crane to hoist me out of my cubicle in a week or two.

p.s. I just attempted to post this and it says it published but the post just vanished. What the?