Be gentle with me… or at least hold me afterwards

I signed up on WordPress.com to try out this blogging thing.  The site I was originally blogging on wouldn’t let me do what I wanted to and that’s what happens when you try to control me.  I leave and find someone who will treat me better.  This is a good thing to know about me.  Let’s hope WordPress and I can have a long, mutually beneficial relationship.  Be nice to me, love me gently and hold me afterwards.  You can also whisper nice things in my ear like how sexy and funny I am.  Then you will need to make me a sandwich.  And a glass of wine or a beer would go nicely.  I, in turn, will be faithful and funny and always say good things about you.  But now I’m way off track.  Or maybe not cause I’m not really sure where I was going with this in the first place.

Ya know, that happens to me a lot in life.  I’ll put on my coat to go run errands, grab my wallet, spend 20 minutes looking for my glasses, set them down to find my keys then when I find my keys I realize I don’t have my glasses and by then I’m too hot so I’ll take off my coat and go looking for my glasses.  By the time I find the damn glasses and get my coat back on and head out to the car I’ve completely forgotten what it was that I was going to go do in the first place.  So I go get a bottle of wine and hope that I’ll remember what I needed to do before I decide to open the wine.  It’s a wonder anything gets done around here.  Seems the same is happening with my writing.  But bear with me and I’ll try to figure this thing out.