Too tired to make sense.

Just a few things:

-The new “Fantanas” are not nearly as hot as the old “Fantanas.”

-I never thought that I would live long enough to see “city shorts” come back into style. Clearly I did not drink enough during my youth.

-And while I confess that I never needed to see city shorts again…I did buy a pair of gauchos. Sorry.

-This weekend is shaping up to be a work-fest. I am, for the first time (well, I think it is, I can’t remember) selling my “art” sort of things for…money. Well, what else would I sell them for? Yeah, I mean, I am selling some stuff at comic-con and this is a first for me. And to be honest, it’s a little scary. I know some people who do it all the time with nary a blink but when I consider how critical I can be of other people’s endevours, I know what people will be saying about mine. In the end, if no one out and out laughs at me, I will be ahead of the curve. Oh, but the work-fest part…my office printer up and died on me this morning. I sent my husband out on a grand quest to find me a new one and miracle of miracles, he did. So this weekend is all about printing, collating and stapling in order to have people point at my hard work and say “That’s crap. Who’d pay $2 for that?” You could say that I have mixed feelings about this whole thing.

-I was actually hoping to make Vegan Twinkies this weekend but I’m starting to think that won’t happen. No tofu brownies either, I imagine.

-I am far to tired to be blogggggging and really, really too tired to figure out how to make bullet lists. Nor do I really care.

-I should really stop.