Since the Florida Keys trip didn’t go exactly as planned, I missed out on some fun activities.
Like snorkeling. Swimming with the fishes (literally, not in the mafia way) in the clear blue waters will have to wait for a future trip.
I swimsuited and snorkeled up and tried to snorkel in the bathtub at home, and I even threw in some of Radley’s toys for wildlife, but it just wasn’t the same.
I also missed my opportunity to meet a blogger in Key West. Oma from Blurt (my long-lost father who I was stolen from at birth) was on his Keys vacation while I was down there.
What are the chances? So we planned to meet.
Only I wasn’t feeling well the day we were supposed to meet, so I couldn’t make it.
Instead, I sent him this beachy-themed letter instead:
The waters in the Keys are surprisingly accurate…and fast.
Ok, ok, ok. I mailed it. #11 on my 35 Before 35 completed!
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Everyone keeps asking what I did for NYE and my answer is, ‘nothing.’ Then they ask why and my answer is, ’cause I hate people.’ Makes me seem like a doll.”—Lorraine
It’s nearly election day. You haven’t read anything political on this blog because I don’t really follow what’s going on.
Which is why you should vote for me, Thoughtsy Appear, in your write-in vote. Lorraine will be my running mate.
I promise you…
- A chicken in every pot.
- A car in every garage.
- A Pop-Tart in every toaster.
- Ice cream in every freezer.
And a Zombie Apocalypse Readiness Plan. I can’t believe this topic didn’t come up in the debates.
Also, people keep talking about a bacon shortage. What about a potential chocolate shortage? Why isn’t anyone worried about that?
In addition to a Zombie Apocalypse Readiness Plan, we’ll need a Chocolate-Shortage Readiness Plan as well. These will be my first orders of business.
Remember…a vote for me is a vote for chocolate.
Haaaaave you met Chase? He has like a bazillion kids, but they’re all cute so it’s ok.
They had me outnumbered….
But I triumphed.
I know what some of you are thinking. It’s something along the lines of this:
WTF, Thoughtsy. I gave you an award months ago, and you haven’t posted it. Oh,
Homework, Thoughtsy, I hate you. You stink. I wish I could wash you away in the sink….
Here’s where I post all of the awards at the same time and break all the rules about telling you 7 things about myself.
For the last award, I told you what kind of cheese I liked.
If you really want to know 7 things about me, ask me a question in the comments. Or go read 7 posts. Do a little leg work. I can’t spoonfeed and spoil you for the rest of your life.
Despite my half-ass participation, I do want to thank everyone who passed along an award to me. I love you! Your Pop-Tarts are in the mail.
And I’m passing the awards along to anyone who’s having a bad day. May one of these awards cheer you up!