Edgy Mama

Or did I read that someone is trying to regulate blogging while drunk? Maybe that was an April Fool’s joke, but I swear I read somewhere in the past few days that someone’s petitioning to stop BWD.

In my experience, other people blogging while drunk, provided they are able to spell correctly, is fun and hilarious and NOT dangerous. Unlike operating a motor vehicle or a chainsaw or a nail clipper while drunk (don’t ask). So, I say let’s start a group to promote BWD, not control it. And did I mention that I’m drinking a lovely microbrew while writing this? It’s my favorite–APBC’s Roland’s Red. I made a video about this beer that’s somewhere on YouTube, if you’re interested. And is a slightly embarrassing example of YouTubing while drunk. Which has become an international pastime. And should not be regulated. Unless it’s really disgusting. Even then, just paste red warning flags on it. Thank you.

In other news, what’s up with the weather? It was like 50 degrees this morning, which is supposed to be the coldest part of the day and now at 7 p.m., it’s like 38. So while I stood outside before dawn in my jammies watching the Dorkie Poo do his business on my raspberry bushes, by the time I got to my first interview, I had to put on a sweat shirt over my dress because I was shivering. Maybe as a journalist, I can get away with fleece over tights and short dresses, because everyone knows that journalists are slobs, and even when they try to dress up, they fail, because they’ve always got ink on their sleeves or their shirts are untucked because they’re focusing too hard on words to give a shit about fashion or neatness or cleanliness, in most cases. I always have ink on my left pinkie finger, because, like many creative people, I’m left-handed, which means that that finger smears whatever I’ve written. Luckily, I’m used to reading smeary shorthand.

So, the point of this is don’t trust people against blogging while drunk. Don’t trust the weather. And most of all, don’t trust clean, well-dressed journalists.