monthly meme
Suppose I might as well.
Post the first sentence of the first post each month of the past year.
January: Well, NYE turned out to be pretty much exactly what I predicted.
February: I'm pretty tired of being taken for granted.
March: Sorry for the bit of wangst in which I was indulging last night.
April: Happy birthday, phrygianmind!
May: Just when I was starting to think maybe everything was going to go away quietly, or at least stay quiet enough that I could stop being stressed, I get an email from the brat.
June: Pastor just informed me that we made around $2,000 at Saturday's yard sale.
July: Three-day weekend.
August: After a deceptively mild July, this past week we're suddenly getting slammed with humidity and thunderstorms like crazy.
September: I realize I haven't posted since my mini picspam after the camping trip.
October: Apparently I voiced my thoughts on Roman Polanski publicly by mistake, because when I woke up this morning I had comments from total strangers about my opinion.
November: Officially caught a cold yesterday, which is why very little got done today; I spent a lot of this afternoon resting.
December: I officially lost NaNo, having only accomplished 14,000 words by yesterday.
Wow, I'm kind of boring.
Post the first sentence of the first post each month of the past year.
January: Well, NYE turned out to be pretty much exactly what I predicted.
February: I'm pretty tired of being taken for granted.
March: Sorry for the bit of wangst in which I was indulging last night.
April: Happy birthday, phrygianmind!
May: Just when I was starting to think maybe everything was going to go away quietly, or at least stay quiet enough that I could stop being stressed, I get an email from the brat.
June: Pastor just informed me that we made around $2,000 at Saturday's yard sale.
July: Three-day weekend.
August: After a deceptively mild July, this past week we're suddenly getting slammed with humidity and thunderstorms like crazy.
September: I realize I haven't posted since my mini picspam after the camping trip.
October: Apparently I voiced my thoughts on Roman Polanski publicly by mistake, because when I woke up this morning I had comments from total strangers about my opinion.
November: Officially caught a cold yesterday, which is why very little got done today; I spent a lot of this afternoon resting.
December: I officially lost NaNo, having only accomplished 14,000 words by yesterday.
Wow, I'm kind of boring.