Tuesday, January 04, 2011
I wish I were a more minimalist kind of blogger, because then I would have the good sense to post this picture of Ferris, and leave it at that... go for a run, meet my personal trainer, life coach, manicurist type person. I would know that nothing I can say, and no other pictures, are going to be quite as captivating or good as this picture of our energetic and stealthy attack cat.
There I go.
Can't stop myself from saying one more thing, sharing one more picture.
Oh. Look. How timely. Geoff just sent me a link to a photographer's blog. A successful blogger. Wholey cow. It's a mind blower.
Hey, remember my resolution for the new year... about not giving up?
Yeah, I give up.
Hey, it's the cat, again. Looking funny, but not quite as blog worthy as in the first image, and not even remotely as blog worthy as anything in "Stuck In Customs.com"
Fortunately, I had no plans for this post. I was going to think of a witty, possibly self-deprecating, way to say that I am sitting here eating a slice of my birthday cake. I thought I would mention that robotics and FIRST kick-off is in four days, because I know how "well" that goes for my readership. Otherwise, this is an entirely undirected, floundering post. I don't even have another cat picture. Or any more cake.
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