These are some posts about me. This should have been up last week but see, I didn’t post this in time to win a $250 Target gift card, so I’m putting it up anyway to fart in the face of my inability to differentiate between 10:30PM EST and 10:30PM PST.
Now I’ll never be able to afford those Mossimo trouser jeans, bead kit, Elnet hairspray, assorted thank you cards, superfluous home storage units, shag rugs, Operation game, bamboo cutting board, the Ped-Egg, cylindrical glass vase, soy candle(s), Swiffer refills, and garden ferns.
Also, since my readership never goes up and the stalwart among you who haven’t ditched me yet will have probably already read these, this is really a dumb post. But it’s symbolic, in a “I refuse to admit that I’m a dumbass way.” (Not that I need any help with that.) (Ask my husband.) (No don’t.) (Fine.) (But thank God he doesn’t have a blog.) (I’d be so lynch-mobbed and straitjacketed by now.)
Finally, and in addition, I think that instead of getting better at my writing craft, I’m sucking more. Has blogging done this to me? I’ve certainly grown to love sentence fragments and starting sentences with “and,” or “but.” But in reading through last year’s posts, I think I wrote better back then. And I certainly didn’t end sentences with “then.”
Now not only has this exercise NOT won me a $250 Target gift card, it’s also caused me to doubt my abilities. And the wind’s not even blowing.
My Favorite San Diego Momma Posts, Listed Too Late to Win Anything, But Published Here Anyway in Homage to My Spending Two Flocking Hours Trolling My Archives: