Oh…I’m so glad to see you. I truly am. Now where was I?
Listen…Oh, my new followers….oh, oh, oh…I’m really excited you decided to follow me. Whatever WordPress, Automattic folks, whatever it is you’re doing, because I didn’t get the press about this. It feels like a long, drawn-out version of being Freshly Pressed. Don’t get me wrong. I think it’s fun. So, if you’ve followed me due to the little feature that’s currently on display (do you know what I’m talking about?)….Well, welcome! I hope you come back. Please say hello. I won’t bite!
New friends, you must have seen something enticing here in The Bumble Files, and whatever it is I will not be questioning it. I, for one, have followed a few blogs myself. It kind of feels like Christmas. I’ve even been invited to join blogs I already follow. A glitch? Perhaps. This begs the question, is Automattic just trying to pull the wool over our eyes? I’ve heard some people inadvertently, mistakenly, by some freak of nature have un-followed their blogging friends…and this, this could be a slick way for people to become re-aquainted with their friends. See, some of us are paying attention here. Uh huh.
For those of you who have re-found me or are following me for the first time, this is not The Boob Files if this is what, in fact, brought you here. It’s no joke. This is one of my most popular searches and…oh…I’ve considered renaming my blog to The Boob Files. Of course, this would imply that this is a girlie girl, chick blog where I talk about matters that concern women. I could do this. Or, I could become something else entirely. I found Ashley’s blog over at Zebra Garden so delightful, I wanted to be Amy’s Garden. Hmm. See, I’ve really been experiencing some inner turmoil….
I was at the Senior Clubhouse and I heard Wham’s! “Careless Whisper” in Muzak, easy-listening style. It took me a few seconds…
and then I said…Ah.
Certainly you know the tune. Here’s a refresher:
I’m never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it’s easy to pretend
I know you’re not a fool.
This isn’t quite it, but it’s close enough:
Actually, it made me think of the long summer dresses, you know, the Maxi Dress. Ahhhhh, the Maxi Dress. Truthfully, it seems like a ton of fabric because it’s loooonnnnggg. And it’s hot, I would imagine. I can just feel the sweat dripping.
Of course, take this outfit to the beach, and it’s perfect. There, barefoot, you feel the sand through your toes. A little necklace as an accent will dress it right up. Now, it’s a dinner dress. (Have I lost my male readership?)
It’s also the kind of dress that you can get away with.wearing nothing underneath…have you come back? That was easy….
I’ve saved the best for last. First, let me say I am spellbound. Truth. The other day, I wrote a Friday Fictioneer flash entitled, Book Club Stalker, with two main characters named Simon and Ian.
Lo and behold, t, a fellow Fictioneer, (his blog, as long as I’m singing), comments that he has two sons named Simon and Ian. So, not only did I include the name of one of his sons, but both! Not only that, if that weren’t enough, but t tells me that my characters even embody the personalities of his two sons. Strange, yes? What are the chances? Incredible.
Not to mention that my story is about a stalker (t must think I’m stalking him). No, t, there’s no chance. But can you even believe that my story is about a stalker? I am mystified.
Is it the collective consciousness at work? Perhaps, t and I have met in a former life. There’s no other explanation. Do you have a better one?
What about you? Has anything blown your mind lately?