I’ve been sitting here trying to think of what to blog about and have finally decided it is more difficult for me to write a blog than to write an entire novel. Sometimes I think I’ll just stop altogether and shutdown the site, but then I come up with something I want to share that will take more than the 140 characters allowed on Twitter, and I don’t really feel like signing into my Facebook account.
So here I am…blogging
First I thought I’d
blog about my trip to Mexico, but you know the saying…what happens in Mexico…. Then I thought I’d blog about leftovers,
because I hate leftovers, but I always insist on getting a to-go box at a
restaurant, just to throw the box out later after the food has thoroughly
spoiled. Finally I thought I’d blog
about the rash on my leg, but really, who wants to hear about my folliculitis
(I checked the spelling, that is how you spell folliculitis). So I’ve come to the conclusion that the best
thing I can find to blog about tonight is shit.
That’s right, s-h-i-t,
Anyway, I was typing an
email to one of my critique partners the other night and my phone told me I
spelled shit wrong. My husband said it
only did that because it was my phone and it knows I don’t swear. So now my real dilemma is do I add shit to my
dictionary or do I let shit stand? Can I
simply ignore the fact that shit is wrong and needs to be fixed? Am I willing to go on with shit the way it is?
Well, to answer all
those questions, I ended up not being able to figure out how to change shit on
my phone so it is what it is…shit!
For the record, I am
not a swearer. I do not use four letter
words in my regular vocabulary, but sometimes they are called for because there
is no other word that will express your emotions/sentiments quite as well as a
s@#$, f%^&, or d*)!. (See how I did
that, I don’t even like to type them.)