It has come to my attention that some of you may be experiencing technical difficulties while trying to post comments. One the one hand, it pleases to me know that Blogger, rather than lethargy, is the reason for my dearth of feedback. On the other hand… damn!
(Is there a computer doctor in the house?)
Fortunately, I have received enough reassurance these days that my confidence is riding at reasonably high levels, so I’m actually not all that concerned one way or another… as sucky as it may be that I’m possibly missing out on some fascinating threads of discussion.
Anyway, you did not come here to hear me wax on and on about my administrative concerns. You came to get off, and I think I can help you… maybe.
This next caption is really, really hot… except that some of you may have seen it before. No matter, not only has it been polished (oh, will you even notice?) but to many of you, it might even be new.
While I still have some pots on the stove, I haven’t gotten much of a chance to work on them these days. Still, I have reason to believe that my creative juices might be heating to a simmer, and if all goes as expected, to a full rolling boil.
Which is more that I can say for this pedantic, pedestrian introduction – where is the deep philosophical musing? Where is the introspective questioning, the soul rending emotion? I’m simply too tired… a little bit worn and stretched… but in a good way.
Oh, how mysterious, Brenda! Pray tell, what have you been up to? None of your beeswax, says me! Besides, many of you already know, and those who do not, you may drop an e-mail if the comments still aren’t working. I love to hear from all my bright-eyed, bushy-tailed fans telling me how wonderful I am.
I am pretty wonderful, aren’t? Come on… you can say it! Shout it from the rooftops so that everyone can hear it: Brenda has the biggest tits imaginable!
(Didn’t that feel good?)