I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
I try to do most of my comments in the morning before work. They tend to frown upon us using their precious computers for things like checking personal email.. myspace (we are banned from myspace) and porn. I know right? What the hell is up with that? If you can't have fun at work, where can you have fun?
The first thing I do after peeing is coming to my puter with one eye open and see what you all did while I was sleeping. In between comments, I make coffee.
(Thanks to everyone for the reminder that paper towels, t-shirts and pantyhose make great substitute filters. When I run out of paper towels, T-shirts are next)
Yes.. I CBC. Comment Before Coffee. It can be awkward if not stupid. Without all of that glorious drug running through my body, my brain sometimes doesn't function properly. I end up sounding like a blathering idiot. Take for example this comment I made on Suzy's post today (which prompted this post):
"well WTF else were you supposed to think? I do the same stuff. I am happy everything turn out ok. Why do we do that to ourselves? I loved the 80's hair! I miss my feathers. The surfer sweater to a wedding? Rock On!"
What the hell was that about? Nothing I wrote, read out of context made any sense. (who am I kidding? Even IN context it made no sense)
The grammar is horrible. I am happy everything turn out ok. Did I suddenly turn Chinese? That is totally out of character for me.
BBC (Blogging Before Coffee) on the other hand is OK. I think. On my blog I can ramble on, not make any sense at all and hope it leads to some good laughs. Nobody seems to mind. You all probably already think I am certifiable anyway.
You just nodded and smiled throughout this post entire like you do to a blathering toddler just learning how to talk or like a person with dementia that has just escaped from her padded cell didn't you?