Every now and again, I have a day when I decide not to turn on Rupert. Sure, it was a work day yesterday, and I was on my no-name work computer for a few hours, but I spent my after-work free time reading a non-work related book and making a tasty batch of tomato soup. As the evening progressed, I realized I needed to post.
"Aha!" I said. "I have George the iPhone. I shall post from my Typepad App." There is, after all, an app for that.
Post I did, and rather wittily, too. There were some clever bits about being an old fogey who can't type with her thumbs. There was a photo to represent my evening (reading, knitting, Olympics). There was a question about what you, dear reader, were doing with your Friday night.
When I turned Rupert on this morning (he likes to get turned on in the morning, why yes, he does), I saw, or rather did not see, my witty little post.
I'm not taking the blame on this one.
Two questions, then: what did you do with your Friday night? and/or what have you refused to take the blame for lately? Stay tuned for 20/28 later today.