Moronthropes

Yes, we've coined a new term. Because some days "misanthrope" just does not describe us precisely enough. And it really isn't people in general that I don't like (that's E's department ;-). It's just the moronic, irresponsible, myopic ones (and no, I'm not discriminating against those who need glasses. Stop being so literal, people). E and I are starting an official Moronthropic Society. It's quite entertaining to think up official slogans for our cynical little club. Just try it. See if you aren't laughing within minutes. And it's not making fun of others if the "others" don't know. Don't act like you never do it.

Aren't you glad I got over my Pollyanna phase? ;-)

I've started about 15 blogs over the past two weeks. And I've lost steam before the conclusion of any. Life has just been moving at warp speed lately. The only piece of "writing" I've managed to complete in the past month--other than lots of really snarky comments on the essays of my college comp students' papers--is a very sing-songy, Dr Seuss-esque birthday invitation for J's 10th birthday party. I don't think that counts. Just. Need. Sleep. Maybe then I'll be less moronthropic and more productive.

Here's a cute picture of one of our cats to make up for the lack of substance today.