I am up at on a Saturday morning! This demonstrates one of two things. Either, (A) I’ve become addicted to blogging in the true sense of the word, i.e. “when a repeated behavior negatively impacts your life but you keep doing it anyway.” I’ve often said in A.A. meetings, “Although alcohol is my primary addiction, if you can do something more than once, I can become addicted to it.” In
Or, (B) that my sleep patterns are changing as I get older.
In any case, I am a tad sleep deprived but I have some time alone in the dark early morning hours to scan photographs, work with Photoshop, work on my poems…
But we are interrupted by the crashing sound of the door slamming against the wall and Bagman erupts into the room, roaring with excitement.
BAGMAN: “I just found out about Pure Romance parties! We need to go to one!”
I look befuddled. Even more so when I wonder what it means to be fuddled. Is fuddled a thing you can actually be when you are befuddled? But
BAGMAN: “You’ve been hacking into my emails again!”
There is an awkward silence. I continue to explore the state of being fuddled. Bagman looks like he is befuddled also.
I’m thinking in digressions again that this must be the popular OMG abbreviation that kids use while texting. But
BAGMAN: “Which is why we need to go! Now! And who says this has to be a G-rated blog?”
“Sort of like
BAGMAN: “HAHA! You used the word ‘inserted’! Inserted inserted inserted!
Bagman is dancing around
Enough, I think and stride over to see what was on
BAGMAN: “I don’t care what they call it! I just want to go to one! Just to watch!”
I leave the room as
I decide that, at my age, we might want to start more conservatively. Maybe
You never have enough Tupperware containers.