I got notifications that a few writers I really admire are following my blog, via twitter. No pressure at all. And I was kind of (srsly) stressing, "what should I write? Should I go funny? Insightful? Profound?"
Yeah, my goofiness fixed that.
I was going to pee (lasix + way too much coffee + my daily recommended booze) when BratCat pulled a, "Oh? You need to get to the bathroom in a hurry? Remember how I wanted snacky treats? I'm a sudden doorstop!" and put on brakes in the bathroom door (for those who just got to the party, I'll cover 'steamies' another time. In the face of the CA drought, regardless of recent flooding here, it would just be mean. And I have the solution to that drought, btw, but no one has asked me. Yet).
Anyway, I had a beverage in my hand at the time (yes, I know. Still not as bad as the woman in the ladies' room at Eldorado Casino [next to the elephant's balls & if you've been there you know what I mean] in Reno, several years back who looked bleary-eyed at her bloody mary, slurred, "Fuck it, 'sgoin' there anyway," then poured her drink into the toilet), when I also had to slam on brakes.
The doorframe, Brat, gravity, and the beverage kicked my ass
I went in full Charlie Brown up into the air then OOF down, landing ass first, but with my beverage (Jack, since you ask) intact.
After that? Yeah, I'm kinda over blog fright.
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