I thought it would be easy coming up with one pithy, meaningful, really awesomely cool sentence each day, but the more I think about it the more I realize there’s rarely a complete thought, much less a full sentence in my head—right now there’s just a single word, “mango”… oh, wait, now the word is “coffee”—but neither of those words, nice on their own, suggests any inclination to joint other words in a sentence that’s worth the pixels it takes up on your screen.
Don’t pull any muscles coming up with sentences. Not all sentences have a pithy center.
Where have I been! Oh my god! This blog is great! So excited! Now I really need a coconut drink. Where’s my coconut drink! Here’s my sentence. The vast potential of coconut drinks comes not in the vessel, so much as the delivery system for the sweet blotting effect; they’re all about love.
With Jo here, things are biginning to look ship-shape. Someone pass that pitcher of coconut/rum stuff and let’s get ready to paaaarrrrtty
Daylight savings time—it doesn’t just affect time, it also debited me one cup of coffee’s worth of spelling and punctuation.
Accounting terms and writing terms go together like oil and water around this house.
Hunh? Two years later and none of this makes any sense at all. Could be the gin.
Come back later when you’ve added some gin and let us know if it makes sense then.
ah, them wuz de days…
Okay, I’ll join e’s “December is quality overe quantity month” movement as long as you don’t hold me to the “quality” part.