What? Wrong holiday? (Do the Amish even celebrate any holidays?)
Happy St. Patty’s Day, all my wonderful Irish friends! (Do I even have any Irish friends? I do have a lot of O’Buddies and Mc-Pals.)
And no, I’m not technically Amish, although my maiden name IS Yoder, and I think that means that all my ancestors were beer-drinking-Germans-turned-buggy-driving-bonnet-donners.
Actually, I’m not sure at all.
The only thing I’m sure of is that I’m in a blogging funk, a writing funk, a cleaning funk, a falling-behind-and-not-caring funk.
I should probably not even be posting at all this week if I’m going to be this lame.
It’s like I’m powerless to recognize my lameness and (not) act accordingly.
Well, no more! I will be back tomorrow IF AND ONLY IF I have something brilliant and/or beneficial to share. (I think we can safely assume that you’ll be hearing from me Monday at the earliest.)
Top o’ the morning to you, friends!