I know my blog has been woefully neglected ever since I went on vacation. I've been under seige since my return.
There was: hating my parents for failing to foist me over on a ski instructor as a toddler, talk of a dread intervention, some people (yes, plural) who were important to people who are important to me died, an estranged friend offered a lovely olive branch, cars were stolen, dogs were bad, loans failed to fund, Scooter Libby got convicted and my laws it was 68 degrees out on Sunday.
I don't have anything left to give.
Except this morning I gave CPR to a mannequin. Even after all the cycles of 30 compressions to 2 rescue breaths, my mannequin failed to show any signs of life. I know how she feels.
1 comment:
are you sure you can't swallow your tongue when your head is tilted back? Try harder!
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