Remember wayyyy back when you were just a wee tadpole, and your parents/guardians/keepers told you, “if you can’t say something nice…”  ??? 

So we did this a short while back when it had been a rough week.

So guess what?  It’s been a rather rough week.

So again, I’ll just open up the blog to whatever may come.

It’s Free-For-All Friday.  There’s no subject pending.

Got a question, any question?  Bring it.  Good news?  Share it.  Comment on anything?  Post it.  Vent?  Go for it.  Are you a lurker who comes to peek but never participate?  Feel free to join in!  We don’t bite.  Unless you’re really, really cute and ask nicely.

Go for it. 

Okay. So. I’ve been sitting here wondering what the heck to blog about. I really got nothing.

And then it occurred to me that I don’t HAVE to blog about writing. Even though that’s generally what I’ve been blogging about.

So then I thought – if not writing, then what? And as I was wondering this in the back of my head, I started thinking about the string of serious relationships I’ve had. Don’t ask me why.

And it occurred to me the “serious” relationships I’ve had all involve men who are left handed. None of them have lasted that long. Is this a strange coincidence or what?

I’ve tried to figure out what the correlation between having a left-handed man and ME is. I mean, there’s nothing cosmic about it really. Not all of them were great lovers (although I have to admit that three of them gave me multi Os – was that TMI?). One of them was a lazy asshole who didn’t want to work. One was a mama’s boy. Another was a materialistic freak. And then there was the one who had commitment issues and the one who was a workaholic.

Hm. My track record isn’t so great, is it?

Do you think it has to do with the left-handed thing?

Nah.

Probably just because they all have balls. Because, as we all know, if they have a penis – they’re TROUBLE!