On this non-laborious Labor Day, I have known that I am obligated to posting about something that starts with an F. I have been sitting here with the dictionary, furiously flipping folios trying to find a blog-worthy F-word.
Fall? Please come soon. Forecast? Hot forever. Felons? Across the street – and old news, anyway. Fedora? A Nashville boy’s must-have. Freeloading? I ate dinner at Debbie’s last night. Fat? How I’m feeling after said dinner. Fast? What I should do today (see “Fat”). Firewater? Included in Debbie’s lemon drop martinis… and very, very dangerous… and that’s all I can say about that. Flirt? Wonder if I’ll ever do it again. Felicity? One of the best shows ever. Flapjacks? Had the opportunity this morning, but stuck with egg on toast. Flashback/flash-forward? The best part of “Lost.” Fortitude? What I hope I am gaining. Fowl? I saw wild turkeys when I hiked 10 miles before noon yesterday (okay, I just wanted to tell you that I hiked 10 miles before noon yesterday). Frumpy? My current hairdo. Frabjous? LET’S SPREAD THIS ONE AROUND!
But then it hit me. FAIL.
Check out the Fail Blog, and laugh. Because it’s funny.
And then check out Becca’s own Fail.