Bee's Mum Ate My Post

I was going to spend my Saturday doing a great post. Every word would have been spot on, every nuance just the right shade, and every similie would fit like a sock.

But it didn't happen. Not because the dog ate my post. As you know I don't have a dog, and if I did I'd feed it plenty of Dan's patent dog ice cream so that it didn't have any room left for blog posts.

So if it wasn't a ravenous dog, what was it? Well, it's me that's ravenous. It's a shopping day, which means that I don't have a great deal of food in the house - just the usual emergency rations of green beans, pasta, pesto sauce and noodles. I think I've even eaten my backup auxiliary spare only-open-in-the-event-of-a-world-war tin of Chicken curry.

Nevertheless, I might have been able to manage to survive long enough to perfect my post and then get to a supermarket before my weakened body gave in and I wasted away down to a skeleton.

Except that I decided to check out everyone's blogs before starting it. NCS had not one but TWO pictures of cakes/pies. This a serious setback, as it made me even more hungry, and so gave me less time to colour-correct every last nuance. Nevertheless I might have managed, say, a slightly less than perfect post after that.

If I hadn't visited Bee's blog. Bee has a post about her mother. It's not at all silly or humorous, and she wrote it for herself, but Bee writes her best stuff when she's being more serious. Anyway, in the post she mentioned that her mum was planning to have a cheeseburger. Bee's mum sounds great. I can't imaging my mother eating a cheeseburger.

Anyway, as someone who believes that the famous saying should be "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse-sized cheeseburger", the thought drove me over the edge, and destroyed any chance of the perfect post.

I'd love to hang around, but I'm off to get something to eat. See you later.