I feel like I'm launching a rocket. Very very dangerous work. I mean it certainly would be for me, as I'm not a rocket launcher by design. No techie here. Don't get me wrong--I'm LOVIN' all the technical stuff I'm learning to apply. I just don't do it very well, she said not all immodestly. I remind you, I'm the girl who stared at the box which contained her food processor for YEARS before working up the guts to lift it out and employ it. See that's my point--I PANIC at the thought of it all going haywire! I figure something happened to me long, long ago that has grossly impeded my progress in the manual dexterity department--maybe it was that time I went to turn out the light on the standing lamp and was mildly electrocuted by a short circuit. See, I'm putting off attempting anything more advanced with this Scribefire business by attempting to amuse you with personal anecdotes. In part this is to savor the joy of simply having succeeded in CONNECTING my blog to to Scribefire. I hate to break the sweet spell of success by trying to do something fancy and have it backfire on me. Oh what the hell, let's be bold. We'll try a link: http://www.bapl.org
Will it work? I dunno. Oh boy! Now I can't wait to finish up this spot and check it out. Oh my God. I'm going to do it. I've only been leaving one space between periods! Let's see what happens! Aiyeee!!!
Will it work? I dunno. Oh boy! Now I can't wait to finish up this spot and check it out. Oh my God. I'm going to do it. I've only been leaving one space between periods! Let's see what happens! Aiyeee!!!
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