So we’re doing this A to Z blogfest for April, and I had to come up with something I could talk about for the letter B. Books, you say? Well, I suppose that would be a great one, but what kind of books? Books with beautiful covers? Books about bananas? Baking books? Books about bankers and burglars? Paranormal books? (You know, Beasts.) And all of them featuring BOYFRIENDS!
But then it started feeling like this post would feel very Dr. Seuss-ish or a really bad high school paper on alliteration. Maybe I could do a post on baking. Of course if my family got wind of that, they’d be snickering to death. “What? Micki in the kitchen? Ha!” Seriously, at Christmastime my 7 year old had made a jar full of cookie mix. I was supposed to fix it Christmas eve. (Santa got the break-and-bake cookies.) He asked again in January when I’d fix them. The same question got posed in February. And in March, he asked, “Are you going to fix these before Danny (my 14 year old) goes off to college?” I swear I’m not making that up. Alas, the baking of the cookies finally happened Saturday night, but not at my hands. Nope. I passed the task off to our babysitter who LOVES to bake. And the bonus (aside from a lovely date night with the hubby)? My babysitter even did the dishes! But I do confess to making some badass brownies from time to time. So they come from a box. So what?
I could talk about breasts and balls. You know, fried chicken breasts when you’re watching a basketball game? Wait. What were you thinking? Okay. Fine. I admit….I don’t really get into basketball.
B…B….B…Something about the letter B. Oh yes! Brown! It’s my maiden name, a color that looks good on me, and I just love that new M&M’s commercial! You know where Ms. Brown is at a party and everyone’s looking at her because they think she’s naked? Then the guy M&M says, “Oh! It’s that kind of party.” Then he strips off his candy coating and dances to “I’m Sexy and I Know It.” Love that commercial!
But I really can’t decide what B thing I want to blog about. Of course there’s always blogging about blogging, but for me that just means a bunch of babbling. Kind of like that one Meg Cabot book, “The Queen of Babble.” I bought it thinking it was about me. Nope, not about me, but it certainly made me an even bigger Meg Cabot fan. And she is super sweet too! Maybe I’m not the Queen of Babble, but I’m pretty sure I could qualify as a duchess. What do y’all think?