Blueberry Cottage Cheese pancakes?

Sounds great, right?

Well. I thought they would be. But no, they are soggy, mushy, and slimy. Good flavor, what does that matter when the texture resembles the contents of a London diner dumpster? And no, I don't go dumpster diving, so I really wouldn't know.

Has anyone else ever noticed that almost everything in life is a metaphor for life? Everything from bungee jumping to cauliflower, to making blueberry pancakes, to trying on a size 12 pair of Walmart jeans that are too small, and a size 8 Target jeans that are too big. I love Target.

In short, which all my posts seem to be, because I cannot conscious blabbing/blogging ad nauseum when I don't blog very interestingly, life is life, we are in life, blueberry pancakes are like life, and I like life, thanks to Jesus who gave me life!

That made perfect sense. Right?

Swing, swing, swing!!

I've discovered something. Whenever this happens I usually get excited. And I am excited! I have discovered that I love Big Band music. All of it! Well, most of it. I haven't listened to it all yet. What I have heard is spunky, rhythmic, lively, and yes, while some songs may be slightly cacophonous, it is nevertheless a melodious cacophony. One good ole brass blast gets my toes to tapping and my fingers itching to slap on some fire-engine-red lipstick.

Now where did I leave my two-tone wingtip oxfords?

Well. . .

So, this is me. Blogging for all the world to see, but I don't think anyone's looking. And if they are, how could I know? Unless they leave a comment of course, but I don't think I'm very interesting yet, so people probably won't be compelled to leave a comment.

News and various other senseless comments:

Laundry is a party that never starts without you.

I'm hungry.

That's it for now.

I have to have chocolate before I can blog.