Mulling a change of Blog title…
Yeah, I know, there’s no great space coaster, and I know ya’ll were waiting for that post.
It’s gonna be good.
I swear.
Alas, I’ve been thinking of changing the blog name again. I know “White Trash Techo geek” just didn’t come off that good.
Now I’m thinking
Open Mouth, Insert Foot
Concidering I don’t really think about stuff when I do the word vomit on the screen.
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Frosting Cookie that is.
With extra Frosting and less cookie.
Make that Frosting.
The very attractive Yasmine (second-year medical student) already lays claim to that title in her blog Open Mouth, Insert Foot; however, maybe that’s serendipitous and you should get to know this Yasmine girl. 🙂
The Living one day at a time describes your state of chaos much betterthan the “new” title. Your toes are too big anyway.
hmmm. So just two comments? If I don’t get anymore, I guess I’ll *sigh* change it back.
Hey, I can finally see the post!
But I think you should change the title to, “What do your feet taste like?”
If you come to the beach over Memorial Day weekend. I’ll be your house sherpa.
Chris:
I’ve been asked to remind you of the beauty of women in bathing suits so that you’re inclined to come to Duck Beach.
I have seven words for you: Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day.
Now, doesn’t that make you believe that all women at Duck have to have at least a modicum of beauty!? Because, really, we’re all super- hot in a Kathy Ireland kind of way.
You know what would be really fun? Meeting your blogger friends at Duck Beach.
Perhaps if we can assure Hardy that he will be hand-fed grapes by amply endowed and spiritually gifted females, he will go??? But only if he goes to Duck. Does this provide more incentive for you, Hardy?
Now Chris, if you wind up going to Duck for Memorial Day, I’m going to have to figure out how to get down there (or conversely, you’re going to have to figure how to come up here) because you’re not allowed to come to this coast and not visit. After all, Duck’s only a 5 hour drive from here. 😉
Wow.
But hardy don’t fly.
And that’s tickin me off.