Photo?!
Good gods. Don’t tell me this worked. Without Cormac and everything. Blogmom sent me instructions for posting photos . . . um . . . quite a while ago and I winced and looked away and then I thought in a self-exculpatory way, no, I have an IDEA, I’ll wait till Hannah and her lot get here, and I’ll make, I mean ask, Cormac to haul me through the process. He’s a Tech Boy, he can do anything. Maybe Tech Personhood is a tiny weeny stunted-microbially bit contagious???* But they’re GONE and I MISS THEM** and I must have come all over funny or something, and I have to WRITE MY OWN BLOG TONIGHT and . . .
Wait. Let’s see if it actually did work before I get too carried away. . . .
. . . Yerp. Well, it certainly seems to have worked. Gosh. Okay, I’ll go write the actual entry now. It’ll be a little while. I want to do the washing up first*** before I settle down with computer and chocolate. Note that the secret to successful blogging is a reliable supply of chocolate.
And if anyone wanted to post and tell me that yes, there is a photo in this entry, even when seen from somewhere else on another computer, I would be grateful. I will be positively pleased and thankful if the photo you’re seeing is furthermore of a pink rose with a butterfly on it.
* I WISH.
** Aside, as previously observed, from their value as guest bloggers. And while it’s true they’ll be back Friday, they REALLY LEAVE on Sunday morning and, you know, waaaaaaah.
*** Yes, we’re still without a dishwasher. Although I blithely say ‘I want to do the washing up,’ this will include wrestling a few falls with Peter who will say, No, no darling, let me do it. You’re all swooning out there, right? And saying, oh, I want one of those, does he have any brothers? How good is the cloning process these days for the higher vertebrates? Allow me to pour a little cold greasy water on your pleasant fantasy. When I wash dishes, they get washed. Comprenez?