This blog is boring. Especially now that I’m too paranoid to have music playing.
In an effort to spice it up, I am opening my brilliant mind for anyone in the entire e-world to pick. Is there something you always wanted to know, but were too afraid to ask? Ask! I will answer any question (of course we’re keeping things clean here at Archives of Our Lives, but that’s just a given). Do you wonder about my birth control plan? Ask! Do you need help figuring out what makes your teenage daughter’s world go ’round? Ask! Do you have a large green growth schlumping around on your underarm? See a doctor! And then ask!
And there are so many ways to ask me, too–in the comment section of any post, or on Twitter. If you have my phone number you can text me a question. You can write your queries in #2 pencil on a sheet of lined college-rule (recycled, naturally) looseleaf, fold them up tightly and shove them in a teeny tiny emptied gel caplet, send the caplet to me via United States Postal Service, and I will swallow the pill, wait for it to digest, poo it out, excavate your looseleaf question from the waste, unfold it, read it, and answer it right here on my blog. Or you can simply email me.
Every week I will answer a question. Ask me anything. Any time.
Here, I’ll start:
Camille, what did you do yesterday? Sincerely, Camille.
That’s a lovely question, Camille. Thanks for asking. Yesterday I did nine loads of laundry which had piled up as a result of who the heck knows.
Doing laundry is probably my favourite chore of the entire house. I would do nine loads of laundry every day if I never had to make the bed or clean Poor Kyle’s whisker shavings out of the bathroom sink.