It’s Free Week which means you don’t have to pay anything to read this blog. Wait. What? You never pay to read this blog? Oh, well then I guess Free Week means something else. I can walk into the Coach store and grab anything I want for free? No? What’s that you say? They call that stealing or shoplifting and I can get arrested for that? Geez. So what’s Free Week all about?
(Mumbled whispers from the other foxes and the hound.)
Got it. So I’m free to talk about whatever I want. Great! Except….except…I don’t know what to talk about. I mean I could totally call this an Alzheimer’s moment since I’ve got another birthday coming up. Or I could blame it on a case of the Mondays and I just realized I’ve got to get the kiddos off to school early because they like to participate in these things called “extracurriculars.” I could talk about the massive influx of email in two of my three email accounts. Or I could simply bask in knowing that I can get a free Starbucks coffee since I have a lovely postcard wishing me a happy birthday and would I like to caffeinate myself at their expense. (Thank you, I’ll take a VENTI skinny vanilla latte even though I’m usually just a grande girl because it’s free.)
Aw heck! Y’all just go and have yourselves a good ol’ time for FREE!