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Oh, now don't think that this is an Eeyore moment because it isn't. I have fun with what I do but when I read about some of the awesome adventures some of my friends have I wonder how I got to be just so well, boring. A cyber-pal of mine wrote a great story of a chance encounter today with a most interesting stranger. I loved her blog post. It simply sings. Yesterday I wrote about snoring as I dozed in the doctor's office. Let us all admit that this was a less than thrilling entry. I mean I could have jazzed the whole thing up by actually falling out of the chair as I dozed or something, now that could have been more than a little interesting for sure. They could have sold tickets to watch me try to get my fat fanny up out of the floor. It might have even made the national news. See, I have the potential for greatness but sometimes I let these little opportunities pass me by. Hecky darn!

I am sure that something interesting will come along soon and maybe I will write about it. We will see!



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Nov. 10th, 2014 05:01 pm (UTC)
I can relate, Ardee. The other day I re-opened the thumb I had sliced earlier in the week. I had thought of something resembling a witty FB status saying I had decided to cut off all circulation to my thumb to staunch the blood, and that I would let everyone know if my thumb fell off. As long as it didn't take too long. Otherwise. I might flip a coin.

That was the extent of my exciting status. Which of course I did not post because it screamed boring.
Nov. 10th, 2014 05:56 pm (UTC)
Actually I didn't think your status was boring at all. It made me laugh. Yes, I am twisted I thought the idea of your thumb falling off was funny. I am a sick bitch, aren't I?(I typed that I was a "sick birch" first. I can't even type some days. LOL!)

Here's to more exciting days!

Hugs, Ardee-ann
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