||[Feb. 27th, 2007|07:38 am]
I get unreasonably grumpy if my friends don't post. I want my blogfix, dammit! It's even more unreasonable given that I haven't been posting much lately. I just can't seem to muster the funny. And I don't want to be a big ol' whiner baby, even though in all actuality I am a big ol' whinerbaby.
Although, inability to muster the funny certainly hasn't kept me from posting in the past. Not that I can really post in the past, being TARDIS-less at the moment, but I'm sure you catch my drift, and were no doubt nodding in agreement before I confused myself with my own syntax. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword, at least when it comes to poking my brain. In theory. Not one I'd like to put to the test.
Notice how I just posted a disclaimer? It's a habit I've gotten into because I'm a jinx. A bona fide walking talking jinx. This is not a theory, and has been proven more times than I care to remember. Don't believe me? Then talk to my ex boss, who once passed a rule that I was only allowed to talk about food and weather, and the second topic only when it wasn't hurricane season.
Many many years ago, when my ex and I had not been married very long, we were headed out to dinner with my family. It was pouring rain, and as we pulled out of the driveway he mentioned how fierce the storm was. I blithely laughed, "Oh, what do we care - we're young, in love, and live in a house where the roof doesn't leak." Then we looked at each other in horror, and I added, "YET...where the roof doesn't leak YET!"
It was too late. The damage had been done. We returned from dinner to find water pouring from the ceiling in not one but TWO places. We found the other two leaks a couple of days later.
One of these days, I'm going to learn to keep my mouth shut.