Saturday, December 19, 2009

Quick, Somebody Call The DBS

I have a confession to make. I have been neglecting my blog. I meant Bloggy no harm. I was just busy. I had a week with a choir concert, late basketball practice for the #1 son, and two basketball games. So I blogged ahead. Like storing hamburgers in the freezer, and setting them in the fridge the night before you need them. Voila! Hamburgers ready to cook when you get home the next evening.

I did not even log on for three nights. Shame on me. Bloggy was neglected. He could have been running with scissors, playing outside without a coat, drinking toilet cleaner from under the sink, putting his shoes on the couch, watching pr0n on the DISH, prancing around wearing my unmentionables, prank-calling the principal, eating a four-pound bag of sugar, talking to strangers, watering down the vodka in the liquor cabinet, or drawing penises and balls on some passed-out teacher chick. Or roaming the neighborhood in a brown dress that he stole from under the neighbor's Christmas tree, a half-empty can of beer clutched in his little 4-year-old hand.

I'm sorry. Sorry for neglecting Bloggy. I will try not to let it happen again. No need to call the Division of Blogger Services on me. No harm, no foul. I will keep a closer eye on Bloggy. I promise.

Unless I get really, really busy and he becomes an inconvenience for me.


Stewed Hamm said...

Just stand next to me when the Po-Po's come knockin'. You'll look like Albert Schweitzer compared to the way I treat my blog.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Indeed. You are the poster boy for blog neglect. I'll stand next to you any day.