Tell you what. It’s not going to be a very wonderful day. (Don’t you hate when it’s 9:30 in the morning and you already know that?)

But I think I’m going on nine straight days of posting here, and I hate to break a chain. For if I do so, misery and misfortune and psoriasis will surely come my way. Also chickens. With pickaxes.

About Molly Newman

Writer, cook and trivia/spelling bee hostess, living it up in North Portland.
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3 Responses to Blaaaagh

  1. Lori V. says:

    Hey, Molly, I was whiny on my blog yesterday(?) too… we’re entitled. But I just know today will turn out to be a fantastic day for you! (Don’t you just hate well-intentioned, overly-cheerful coddling? hehehe)

  2. Mimi says:

    I’m sorry. I hope it gets better (said in my best Monty Python voice)

  3. Herm says:

    It’s a gray day here, though at least I have a snuggly baby on my chest. What’s amiss in Amissville?

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