Wednesday, February 29, 2012

And I Ain't Counting Sheep...

As the great poet Cliff Richards once intoned - it's so funny, how we don't talk anymore.

It's true, I have been giving you the silent treatment. I've been quiet, uncommunicative. Sullen even.

But believe me, it's me. Not you.

But today is February 29th. The day women are traditionally allowed to propose.

So, I am going to propose something.

I am going to be a better blogger. I will talk to you when I am feeling cross, I won't bottle it all up and make you think it's you whose done something wrong. I won't shut myself off and make you guess what's up. We can get counselling if you want. If it makes you feel better. We gotta do this for the kids.

Mammy, blogosphere, don't you love us anymore?? Boo Hoooo.
(But in the meantime until I have something worth blogging about - check this site out - 9 Foreign Words The English Language Desperately Needs . Mr Oub says I am a Kaelling but I reckon he is most definitely a Pilkunnussija)

7 comments:

Niamh B said...

awww, good to see you back in beeswax

Louise said...

I like the idea of counselling - when do we start????

Rachel Fox said...

You're not the only one who's quiet on blog. I think a lot of folk have flittered off to twitter. I just can't be arsed with that!
x

James said...

Long live Shemomedjamo

Niamh B said...

and that bloody song has been stuck in my head all day.. Rachel - agreed!!

Domestic Oub said...

Wow - you're all still out there, hurray!

Louise - I was thinking Freuding analysis followed by a touch of Dr Phil...

Rachel - Twitter is very useful for somethings, but it really is just a gateway drug when it comes to what we do here I reckon.

Niamh - and what about the backing vocal of "sheeeeeep" - that just goes round and round my head. I find it kinda comforting though...

James - Agreed! :)

Titus said...

Ah, talking's overrated. Let's eat! Life is too short not to shemomedjamo.

I am only a Kaelling because I birthed two Pochemuchka.

I also fear I am a comma fucker.