I know. I KNOW. I haven’t blogged in hundreds of hours.
What’s been going on, you ask? Well, this happened.
Whatever dramatic scene you’re envisioning, yes, it was all that and more – although probably more hilarious than you imagine. Poor Toad.
Another thing is that I mentioned to someone something about Gadhafi being dead, except I pronounced it “Gandalfy.” I like make believe more than reality, it seems. I can’t help it. The Real News is too heavy sometimes. So when I go to CNN.com, the first thing I check is the Entertainment page – where, yesterday, I learned that the kid from “Jerry Maguire” just turned 21. And then I promptly died of old age.
In other news, I’m at a crossroads of sorts. It’s general and yet specific and encompasses a lot of defined areas of my life without being about any one thing in particular.
How do we ever know the right thing to do? How do we ever know the best decision? And if we make the wrong choice, is the rest of our life derailed? (I know that the answer is no, but just humor a girl who often feels the need for hyperbole.)