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Nine Potential Reasons I Haven’t Blogged In A While

  • The power source on our computer died
  • Campaigning for a seventh season of According to Jim took up all my time
  • Convincing a septuagenarian, Italian packrat to throw out fifty years of garage sale finds harder than imagined
  • Attempted bicycle kick during last OSSC soccer game ended in disaster
  • Fingers too fat for keyboard
  • Drunk as a lord pretty much full time
  • Let go of Sarah’s hand in a crowded street and got lost for a week
  • Botched circumcision left me bedridden
  • So very lazy
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Beth said…
If the 6th reason was true, I would expect that you'd have been posting at another, also neglected, site.
4:38 am
Anonymous said…
Beth beat me to it.

You are all slackers.
8:47 am
Anonymous said…
That was a little scary.

don't know what to say - but, maybe - "hold on to EVERYTHING"
11:46 am
Anonymous said…
PS: You are fired from this blog.


;)
9:55 am
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