typing with my fingers crossed

What a happy day yesterday that I could get online and actually post. So gosh darn excited I may have tinkled. I thought, what if the curse has lifted? What if I am once again free to post my mental wanderings, dietary stumblings, and physical girthings? Yee-ta-da-ha!

After dinner, I tempted fate and re-opened the glowing box to write an entry to post today. When what to my wandering eyes should appear, but the blank screen of failure. Really? Fail? Really. But I decided to turn my frown upside down and positively channel my energy by supporting others in the blog sisterworld who were not connectivity-impaired.  A critically-thinking woman would have realized that to do so, it would be important to post said bloglist somewhere BESIDES my own damn visibility-impaired blog. Smurf nuts.

But tonight, knock on keyboard, all seems well in the world of “I Enter A Website & It Actually Freaking Loads” Bring out your party shoes ladies, tonight we dance! As hard as it makes it to type, I’m going to keep my fingers crossed.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll actually be able to focus on writing about something meaningful, like, say, the love of my life, the size of my ass, or the love affair I’m having with the new WW snack bars that are like the Take 5 candybar. Have you tried those 1 point wonders? Holy crapballs they’re delish; how sad is it that I’ve actually debated experiencing a day where all I eat is 29 of the chocolate tasties?

Balance. Kirsten. Balance. Ooops.

Thanks for being patient with me. Sooo, what the hell is new with you?