This could have been a post about chili, but my picture came out blurred. This could have been a post about a conversation I overheard, but I suspect you would not believe it wasn't me, talking to a paid professional. This could be a post about the Bloggie nominees for 2009, and my total indifference to the significance of that... hmph. Suffice to say, I am not feeling "squirmy." I even debated not posting. Yes, actually accepting that I don't have anything newsy or bright to share and leaving it at that. Then I vetoed posting about how I have elected not to post, again, about my same old stories with the housing market
This is post # 1, 296. There is no giveaway. No prizes. No awards. The children are well. The adults are, well, adult, or nearly so. We have no grand vistas, vacation plans, rants, crafts, surveys, memes, quizzes, puzzles, announcements, proclamations, recipes, coupons, or tech advice. The chicas are laying, and they do not like the organic, crumble food in the 50 pound sack. The chili I made for dinner was delicious, and it's gone, which is good.
So, why am I posting, if I have nothing to say? That is a mystery. That is blogging and the Internet... sometimes it is just pointless.
Sometimes blogging is pointless, unless, as my dear friend Campbellgirl points out, you have a BFTC.
That is all.