Surgery, Studios & Moonpies

One would think that recovering from surgery would give you time to blog. But alas.

One would think that if you were an honest soul trying to bring peace & happiness to the masses, that LandLords would be lining up at your door saying, "pick me! pick me!". But alas.

One would think that if you tell a dog a hundred times to stop picking on the cat, she would stop.  But alas.

One would think that if you tell a boy to pick his clothes up a hundred times or the cat will pee on them, he would.  but alas.

One would think that Moonpies would taste better since they have such a great name.  But alas.

Isn't alas a silly word when you put it too many times on a page? But alas? What the heck does it really mean?  One would think if you were writing something repeatedly you would know what it really means.  But alas.  I digress.

You ever start to blog and you know you only have a few minutes and you've started to blog a hundred times but since you never have time to finish it, it becomes outdated and too complicated to fix, so you have to keep deleting and starting again but you never have time to finish it so it becomes outdated and too complicated to fix so you have to keep deleting it and starting.... you get the idea, right?

Gotta go.  Sorry, real post soon...!