I wrote it all down. And then I deleted it. Because sometimes you just need a fresh start. Or ice cream. I’ve been clicking refresh for hours now. I think I’ve reached the end of the interwebs.
<Gasp> The world is flat and it’s 72 dpi. The game is up!
I would never ever NEVER winecone The Bloggess. Because she is awesome; she totally belongs in the smackaroos below. And actually, I’m pretty sure she would have plenty of winecones of her own to throw. Hey Jenny! Wanna parktake in some winecones? It’s awesomely cathartic.
So. For the actual winecone: CNN. The news channel invited our favorite blogger (aside from the Nervous Tic folks of course) to speak about politics and parenting on the air. They have clearly never read her blog.
At the end of the interview, producers (thinking they were so never booking *this* guest again) asked why on EARTH she thought it was okay to discuss her “Lady Garden” on national news. (Never mind postulating on the zombie apocalypse). “Well, because you wouldn’t let me say vagina. Duh.” Jenny responded matter-of-factly.
THAT is how you throw a winecone folks.
My system is incapable of comprehending how something like love can possibly end … something that has allowed me to experience unmitigated joy and elation the likes of which I only thought existed in movies and romantic poetry penned in another age … or if it can then so too must the world end.
Editor’s note: Heartache is hard. There is no explanation that ever makes sense. And when you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach and your world is in a tailspin. Wine helps. And so do tears. Wine up. Throw things. Find a friend and collapse in their arms. Friends who make you smile are key.
This was the first week my daughter would’ve started full days at preschool and instead we get sick. So here’s to no more germs. That’s definitely what I’d like Wineconed next Wednesday.
Editor’s note: Clearly the germs aren’t getting the message. We’re gonna have to step up our game. Winecones of the most anti-microbial and antibioticals possible. And also – preschool is just one big petri dish. Sigh…we’re gonna need more wine. And Nyquil. (Not a sponsored endorsement.)
This Northern California weather. My god – this weather. I love this. (Dear Mother Nature, please don’t start raining now just because I said that.)
But the biggest kisses this week go to the newest contributing writers at A Nervous Tic Motion – Cubicle Views and Sisyphus – bring more male perspective to the party alongside Adam. (Guess they tired of just surreptitiously submitting winecones. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, boys!) And also to the amazing group of writers that makes up this site.
As Elle said, it’s perfect. Even if we’re just amusing ourselves here. Because we’re so awesome we might blow up.
‘Till next week, winecones and kisses!