I’ve been trying to put together a post for today for about two hours. Poppy and Pete each have a friend over for a sleepover, though, and my house is chaos:
“I’m in the magic laundry basket!”
“As king, my first decree is that you don’t have to push yourself in the laundry basket.”
“Pretend the signal for calling them is ‘WAAARGGGHOOOOOOooooooOOOOOarrrrGGHHHH.”
“So are you dead?”
“That fart was foul.”
“That wasn’t mine.”
“Don’t steal my magical laundry basket!”
So instead of whatever it was I was trying to say, let’s look at November 21 posts from years past.
This time last year found Rockford recovering from having his gallbladder removed in The Convalescing.
In 2013, I wrote A Very Terrible Villanelle.
In 2012, my youngest brother rapped incomprehensibly.
The post from 2011 appears to be a black rectangle.
In 2010, I shared with you the contents of a Post-It note.
I lied to you in 2009.
The 2008 post was just a bunch of links.
We laughed at baby Pete’s tiny head in 2007.
I made a CD of cheesy love songs in 2006. A compact disc! Not just a playlist! Ah, the olden days.
And I didn’t post anything on November 21, 2005, because National Blog Posting Month didn’t exist yet.
It has become evident that I traditionally lose my NaBloPoMo mojo on or around November 21. Perhaps I’ll get my act together on November 22.
My mojo has up and left. But I love that you’ve gone back and looked at your past posts. I might need to do that, too. 😉 I’d go back to ’09, though. You’re ahead of me!