Yesterday, I spent 6 hours working at the computer preparing my talk for November 30. You'd think I was preparing for the Nobel Peace Awards. Or even the Rotary Club.
Then I had to post on Internet Cafe, which took some time.
And then I checked my Site Meter number because I'm compelled to. Site Meter is the new bathroom scale of frustration. Ugh. You know it's not gonna be good when you check it, and then you're mad at yourself for checking. Ridiculous. Plus, someone unsubscribed because I update too much. Question: If you post a post and then see that you've made an error, and you go back and edit it and re-post, does a subscriber get like 6 re-posts if it takes me that long to fix something? If this has been happening, will you please tell me? (Do not compare this question to the "Does this make me look fat?" question. I really need to know if I'm doing this to people. Not telling me is like letting me walk around with a booger hanging.)
I sit at a computer at work; I sit and write at home. Soon my little dog will be able to sit or sleep on a shotgun-sidecar-saddlebag seat as I type because my hinder is spreading east and west. She's going to mistake it for her bed any day now.
So I decided not to post tonight.
And then I went on over to Big Mama's site and saw a picture of her Caroline with a white ceramic rooster, and I just about jumped up and yelled, "Big Mama has a rooster just like mine!" but realized how bizarre that sounds and was seized by the fear that this is just the kind of outburst that might be the final straw on the back of the old camel which would allow my family to feel OK about putting me away. So I'm telling you instead.
And so now I'm driven to post of picture of Big Mama's Rooster's Twin. I always knew Big M and I were simpatico. The rooster connection puts any question of sisterhood away now. (She's probably shaking in her Texan boots at the thought of sisterhood with me, but this is how life rolls, Big Mama. Sometimes long-lost rooster relatives come knockin' at your door when you least expect it, usually right at holiday time.)
So without further a-do, here's my Big Mama Rooster: