It is incumbent upon me, I think, that an explanation is forthcoming forthwith and with malice aforethought, what with everyone bitching about there being no cat pictures on my blog lately.
Hello, people, BUSY! BUSY! BUSY!
I finally actually have a life, and you may recall a little thing when I first started this blog about how the Sony is dead? Well, not really, just unable to boot. But that’s where my best photo editing program is. And please don’t tell me about all the nifty shareware/free programs I can use, because I have some on this system, and because I’m still BUSY! BUSY! BUSY! and, well, I’m far more interested in getting the actual posts and behind-the-scenes things going on the blog than I am pictures of Tig and Gracie. Although I am still taking many pictures of them, and have plenty to put up.
So if you will kindly all give me a chance to get my blog legs going (there isn’t even a link to Chris Muir’s Day By Day set up yet, which has to be fixed ASAP), I will get cat pictures up sooner or later. Probably this weekend. Because I’m BUSY! BUSY! BUSY! (Religious school has started too, that’s two jobs, and six days a week that are spent working on them.)
I’m doing my job. Are you doing yours? Are you linking? Are you posting comments? Are you sending your friends emails about the new blog? Are you telling me which parts of the blog need fixing?
Sorry, Rahel, but the cat pictures are going to wait. Please don’t take the tone of this post personally. I am sleep-deprived and should go to bed. I’m cranky. Yep. Cranky. But there is a cats category, and has been since the get-go. There just weren’t any posts in it. In fact, I have 34 categories at last count, excluding “Miscellaneous.”
Perhaps I’ll put up a new one for cranky posts.
Goodness, I didn’t think I was that bad. The comment about the bug vs. cat categories was meant tongue-in-cheek.
And I have been sending you links to articles that have nothing to do with cats.
(Just so that your other readers won’t think I’ve been deluging you with e-mails urging you to post cat pictures. Unless my evil twin’s been doing that when I thought the computer was turned off for the night.)
It wasn’t you, Rahel. It’s my sleep debt talking.
You should see me when I’m tired and hungry. I could match Rebecca for tantrum power, and she’s three.
The tantrum power of a three year old? It’s nice to know that you are still young at heart, Meryl.