Tuesday, December 14, 2010

252. The Habit

The Husband doesn’t know what to make of my near-constant blogging.  He sees me disappear up to the study to get on the computer, and then he says, “Are you blogging again?”  But he says the word “blogging” with the same disdain someone might say “stealing” or “shooting up heroin”.   

(where is the rest of this blog? are you kidding me? I was lucky I could get the Antique Computer to allow me to type three sentences, I'm really pushing it with the postscript.)

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