I set the times on my stove for seven minutes, because otherwise I would be standing there lording over my oriental rice with carrot, peas, and corn in it while it cooked. I figured that it was also a good timer for me to write a blog on a day that I was having trouble coming up with anything else to write about. So what you are going to get is a seven minute timed blog about whatever is in my mind or crossing my attention and eyeshot while I am writing this. How do you feel about that?
Actually, to be brutally honest, I don't care what you think. Let me tell you something funny that happened today on the FB: My BabyDoll put on her FB page that she had run 40 miles so far this month (AWESOME!) and one of her friends responded that "I had the runs 40 times this month" which she and I both thought was the funniest thing in the history of the world. Don't you agree? Sometimes I feel jealous when someone else comes up with a super classic, awesome one-liner that I didn't come up with. I feel jealous that I couldn't do it and I wish very much that it was mine. I am not, however, so proud that I would steal it and take credit for someone else's work. Not because I am such a scrupulous person, but because I would be royally pissed if someone did that to me I would spend the next six years bitching to anyone and everyone who had heard it that I was the one who originally came up with it. So I am not going to take credit for someone else's work.
What I will do is admit that I am going to spend the next sixteen days or so trying really hard to make the next awesome one liner, and since I am going to be trying WAY to hard, I am going to come up with a lot of lame things. But more on that some other time; my timer just rang. And that is what you get with seven minutes of time.