Clearly, the only person capable of reading my mind is my husband, but I am pretty sure he ignores everything he knows outside of what can convenience him. So he's out. The next logical choice would be my sister. But she isn't shaking a leg either. And, she will probably leave some comment about a busy schedule of curing chlamydia and volunteering at the Adult Dementia Center and picketing for that mosque a few blocks from Ground Zero.
So, looks like it's all up to me. Not unlike the seniors my sister spends her time repeating herself to, I power up my laptop, go log onto Facebook, shop Neiman's online sales and totally forget what I was doing.
When, it finally dawns on me that I was going to start on the new blog, I click onto wordpress. And again, not unlike the Adults at the Adult Dementia Center, I've no idea what the login info is.
Shockingly enough, you can do very little with out that information.
::UPDATE::
Google just alerted me they will begin cyber stalking me to collect my domain registration. Swear to God I am not copying Queen Of Shake Shake. You'd think the possibility of the whole blog disappearing would encourage me to get on this. You've obviously not been reading here very long.
