I Might be a Little Distracted

The mere fact that I ran across this article proves how easily distracted I am.
Maybe this was actually the test.
I came home for the sole purpose of changing my shoes.
I was distracted by a box of crackers.
I wondered how many weight watchers points they were worth
So I started looking for my points calcualtor thingy and couldn't find it.
I did find the thumb tacks I was looking for, so I hung up my calendar.
Looking at my calendar reminded me that I wasn't sure of the dates for our trip to San Diego
So I thought I'd look it up online.
I was distracted by the headline on the MSN homepage
"A Test For People Who Are Easily Distracted"
I read the article...I focused enough to read the entire article
And blog about it
I should find my shoes.
My crackers are worth 2 Weight Watchers points.

Oh yeah...I was looking for the dates for San Diego.....

How could they?

Despite my previous post...It wasn't me.
I promise.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18682904/?GT1=9951

A Lovely Sunday Outing

At what point does one "out" a new relationship?
I don't know.
I guess it's time, I mean I met him January.
So today is as good a day as any.
So I met this guy.....
Today I am going to accompany him to get the chin strap fixed on his hockey mask. (he's a fairly well known serial killer) and he is my date for an afternoon Mother's Day outing with my two moms. It is an outing I fondly refer to as Lesbowling. I I figured it was time to write something about him when the sentence "Don't Put That On Your Blog" made its way into casual conversation. So I am not going to put "That" on my blog but lets just say he has this sweet albeit creepy fascination with Ariel from the Little Mermaid. Other than that and the "Serial Killer" thing, he seems pretty awesome...

I never thought to worry about this...until now

I have had plenty of time to blog.
I guess it's just a case of blogger's block.

Thank god I have something new to obsess about.
Knowing of my irrational fear of spiders, I was surprised how many people felt the need to forward This to me.
Someone even called me to make sure I had heard about it. I couldn't hear her over the sound of the crackling spiders in my ear.

Perhaps ear plugs are in order. They would serve the duel purpose of keeping spiders out of my ears and preventing the homicidal thoughts towards my neighbor and his thundering 2:00 am, crappy playlist.