Scratch that. I have been inspired to post, but it has actually been at the most inconvenient moments, like while driving or in the shower and I am not very likely to start typing then and there.
Breaking into song and dance, yes. Typing, not so much.
(Besides wet computers make lousy computers.)
(Trust me on this one.)
And since I have been running around at work like a chicken with my head cut off, I will be posting something more entertaining tomorrow.
PS. I did watch Dancing with the Stars last night. Jerry Springfield never ceases to amuse me. Mario Lopez was a hot tamale. Joey Lawrence was rather uninspired, but tried hard. Monique has to be the most improved dancer of the bunch. I missed Emmitt Smith's dance because I was flipping channels to "Mystery" with Diana Rigg (and I can't miss anything that Diana Rigg does.) And of course, there was the whole Sara Evans interview.
Needless to say, I sent three votes for Mario and two for Jerry.
What can I say? Can't argue with a man in a matador suit.
And now, Belfebe out.