I am a slacker. There are so many things I should be doing but I am not doing any of them. I have even been slacking on my blog-reading, which is a shame because I have some really kick-ass Imaginary Internet Friends.

I know I’ve been slacking on the blog-writing part, too. There’s a reason for that, and that is because I have an extremely boring life. Really. I’m about to change that, what with the search for gainful employment and all, but for the most part, I hang out with my daughter, we go to playdates, life is good.

Well, except for the thing that is growing on the back of my hand. I really hope it’s just a wart or something and not The Cancer. Could be, though. I have allllllllllllllllll the risk factors for skin cancer, up to and including many many MANY blistering sunburns. I am a child of the 80’s – we used to use baby oil! Just thinking about doing that now makes me want to shriek.

I enjoy my slack-tastic lifestyle, which is probably why The Universe is conspiring against me to take it away. Paradoxically, once I get a job, I will find myself obsessively reading the blogs of my Imaginary Internet Friends, commenting up a storm, and lamenting the fact that I don’t have tiiiiiiiiiime anymore, while right now I have the time but I’m not doing anything about it.

Yep, I’m a question wrapped in a riddle trapped inside an enigma.

Anyway, I will have to write again sometime today because I got tagged and will now have to explain to you 7 or 8 ways in which I am quirky.

Narrowing it down will be the hardest part. I’m so weird I’m practically normal.

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  1. laura

    you’re also covered in secret sauce, don’t forget that.