dinga ding ding ding din din din ding

That’s Deuling Banjos.  Couldn’t you tell?  I’m just so proud that I finally saw Deliverance after years of canoeing down the Buffalo and making jokes about it like I knew what I was talking about.

There were lofty intentions to do the whole NaBloPoMo thing, but obviously that plan went NaBloKaBlammo.   It’s probably been a month since we watched Deliverance, yet it’s about the only news I have that’s not about the human being I expelled from my hooha five months ago.  Inevitably, it’s all going to come back to her.  I need to just accept the inevitable.  The cliches are true.  I didn’t understand until it happened to me.  But she is my whole life and I don’t care who wants to make fun of me for it.  She really is that cool.

Honestly, though, I have realized I do miss having thoughts that don’t revolve around a baby and aren’t limited to 140 characters.  A common complaint, but I’m not kidding myself.  I haven’t the time nor the energy to be original.