Dear God. What has Twitter done to me ? My attention span is, for lack of a better term , utter doo-doo.
I started two different blog posts last night. Things I really, really wanted to say. I mean it was really great stuff if I do say so myself. You would have really loved the one where I came to terms with my physical appearance and the fact that if I were pink I'd easily be mistaken for Ms. Piggy.
Or there was a really good one about putting myself out there on the internet and how blogging can be wonderful and scary all at the same time. Oh and lets not even talk about the reviews and giveaways I should be doing. I really, really want to tell you about the V.I.B.E (Very Important Blogger Event) that QFC (grocery) put on for a few of us Seattle moms. It was delightful, and our voices were heard. Yet I can't regale you with these tales because I can't even make it to the second paragraph. I just stop. The words just don't come.
I've got Twitterholism which because it was left untreated lead to Blogstipation.
The doctors tell me I can beat this.
So I'm hopeful
I know I can get sober. Just hang with me.