My legion of followers--okay, two of you--have asked me, “Where’s the whimsy? Why no silly musings? How about a good rant?”
It’s been nearly a month since my last post.
I share with you a few of my lame excuses:
1. It’s not you. It’s me. And basically I’m a little lazy.
2. It’s rainy. And basically I shut down and curl up during monsoon season.
3. I’ve found someone else. And basically her name is Iva. She’s my great grandmother, and I’m delving into her scandalous life.
4. I’ve got a Kindle. And basically reading in bed is so much more convenient with 15,000 book titles, not to mention free online games, at my finger tips.
5. I’ve resumed my embarrassing TV habit. And basically watching 25 hours of “Sex and the City” reruns takes up a lot of my time. 25 hours to be exact.
6. I think I’m the next Aaron Sorkin. And basically I’m reading how to write a movie pitch and have begun said pitch.
7. I’m positioning myself to be named Huffington Post’s Greatest Person of the Day. And basically I’ve volunteered for two archaeology projects, signed up with the American Red Cross and continue with the American River Parkway.
Don’t give up on Lynette’s Whimsy. She’s alive and starting to kick once again.
Yours Truly,
Lynette
P.S. – I have no idea what an “open letter” is, but I’ve always wanted to use that phrase.
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