Stray cats and roving bands of raccoons have disrupted my sleep the last two nights, the coffee has no taste except brown, I have a sinking feeling I’m coming down with a cold, and despite all my rearranging of porch furniture and flower pot shuffling, my tiny front porch does not in any way resemble a photo-shoot in Southern Living –so why should an attempt to add a email address function to my blog work right either?
Why? Because if it doesn’t I’m going to smack Ed square on the top of his fuzzy head and drink something alcoholic with lunch, which I’m planning on having at 11 am.
That’s why, dang it.
This is a test of posting by email
June 1 09 by Dana
