Long Tom...No Blog!
Disclaimer: Any use of the name, Tom, as a substitute for time, is purely coincidental. It is an uncanny, mysterious transformation that also occurs with the word world/worm and a few other worms, I mean, words. Pay no attention to the words behind the curtain! I am the GREAT, All-POWERFUL OZ!!!
In all transparency mode, I did not purposely take a break from my blog over the Thanksgiving vacation. I'm on a continuous vacation, so what does it matter?
It just seemed like little things got in the way, and threw me off my regular routine.
I know what you're thinking... "How could you leave us blogless for so many endless days, suffering, and thirsting for distorted truth and dysfunctional humor?!!"
I OFFICIALLY apologize to all of you Bloggadocious 222 believers, and will try and make it up to you in future blog postings! Remember, forgiveness goes a long way, when it comes to forgiving ME! As for everybody else, I'll need to decide that later.
On the other hand, ANY and ALL of you Bloggadocious 222 readers, who have faithfully clicked on this ridiculous blog over the years, are absolved of any misdeeds of your misspent youth, or even misdeeds of last week, because you've received enough mental torment from reading my dumb drivel to take away any punitive punishment you deserve from said, past misdeeds!
Just kidding! Only God can absolve your misdeeds, but it sounded good for a second, right? Right?
You didn't believe me, anyway? That figgers!!
So, how was your Thanksgiving (for U.S. readers)? Did you give the dog turkey? Some say that's a big no no. Others say it's okay.
Fluffy (my childhood dog) ate all the stuff dogs aren't supposed to eat nowadays. Turkey, turkey bones, chicken bones (although they DID make him cough a bit), potato chips, chocolate, ANYTHING we kids dropped on the floor, he ate!
Did it kill him, or make him sick? Heck no! Dogs weren't sissies back then! Since he roamed the town on the "free range" system, he would eat all kinds of contaminated stuff he would find in garbage cans, dead on the sidewalks, in backyards...then come back home to eat half a can of Strongheart dog food, which may have been worse than the scavenged food!
Not saying Strongheart was bad, but it smelled bad and looked gross.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not recommending giving our pets food that will hurt them, or letting them run free in the neighborhood. I'm just wondering why all the dogs didn't drop dead back then! If my memory serves me well (which it don't), dogs lived to be 10 to 16 years old, 60 years ago, about the same as today.
Anyway, I got my train off track again! I was trying to tell you why I have missed my blogging deadline these past few days, but I think you're just happy I'm back, RIGHT? Right? Anyone?
