Most of you know I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge.
What you don’t know is that my incompetence knows no bounds (and my brain knows no alphabet). After writing “E is for Exit, followed by a bear” on Tuesday night, for posting Wednesday, I came down with a mild flu. Last night I dragged myself out of bed in order to write today’s entry: “E is for Eggbeater” – completely missing the fact that today is actually F…not E.
So today you get two entries for the price of one. The first on Eggbeaters, now subtitled “In Which The Author Attempts To Push Through Influenza And Accomplish Her Mission Unscathed” and now this one, rather appropriately on-topic, titled “F is for Fail” or “Why The Alphabetically Challenged Ought Not Attempt Posting From A to Z.”
Of course, it might be that I posted the initial entry on purpose in order to use “F is for Fail.” This might all be an elaborate ruse to make you think I’m embracing my inner blonde in order to make you appreciate the clever way I pulled out of my mistake.
Then again, it might just be that I, like Marcus Brody, can get lost in my own museum.
Yeah, I’m going with option #2.