Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way

I wrote a post today. The internet doesn’t love me and keeps disappearing on me so that I can’t share it with you, and my hands have decided that actually working the way they are supposed to is soooo last Saturday, which is about the time they turned in their notice and quit. Despite these setbacks, I persevere. I am sitting in the back of an FBI surveillance van because their internet connection is sweet (to get full effect, you have to sing that last word). A chicken is doing my typing for me. A little more corn on the keyboard, and pretty soon I’ll have Hamlet.

Come read my little guest-y post-y type thing over at sj’s place. Because I asked really nicely, and I went to a lot of trouble to bring it to you. I did. There are feathers everywhere.


Buy Me This.

I am guest-posting over at Angie’s place today. You know? Childhood Relived? You get to live a piece of my childhood. Not the part where I ate the paste in kindergarten. The good part. You know, toys? Although the paste was pretty good, too. Wait. Have I said too much?

Anyway, come and read over at Angie’s. Just click here:

Toy Tuesday: Of Mice and Mighty Men.

And then head over to Ebay and buy that toy for me. Anyone? Anyone? Fine. I’ll buy it myself.

Nearly Wordless Wednesday

Today I’m guest posting over on Blurt! Don’t worry, it’s Wednesday, so the post doesn’t have very many words. Don’t be afraid, friend. Stop over for a visit, and then stay awhile. You’ll be glad you did. Here’s a link to his guide to calling in sick, and to one of my very favorites, dealing with anonymous grief. Enjoy! And come visit. I’ll know if you didn’t. Well, not really, but it’s the principle of the thing, you know.