Please excuse my procrastination

Dearest Lisa (and both of my other readers. (Hi Mom!)),

Earlier this week I was overcome with my own excitement. I know the email I sent was marked “Really Ultra-High Importance,” but the status was more indicative of mild mania that had overtaken my brain rather than the entertainment value to pour out of it. In it I promised I’d post a side-splitting few paragraphs on my new favorite TV host, Nancy Grace, she of The Nancy Grace Show.

Alas, that post won’t make it to cyberspace tonight.

You see, I write my blog posts in my head days before they ever find their way onto these pages. One never knows when the hands of the Literary Goddess will reach down and caress my brain. But believe me when I say it ain’t often. So when it does, or I’ve confused it with the mild mania again, you are its first target. My apologies.

As I stared at my blank screen trying to make good on my promise and pry the laughs out of my brain, it occurred to me I’m making this writing thing far too difficult. I read the hilarity of Jen Lancaster and David Sedaris and imagine them at their laptops for a few short hours, cupcakes and Veuve Clicquot at hand, while the words just flow from their fingers. No biggie for them.

But a biggie for me.

So I beg your patience while I take another 24 or so hours to procrastinate* and try to yank the post out of my brain. And push this cat off of my keyboard.

So, now do I have your permission to pop the cork? I thought so.

Most Sincere-estly,

Leslie

* Procrastination activities to include:

• Eating ice cream directly from the carton while …
• Staring at, but not working out to, my “Secret of Flat Abs” video
• Stalking my high school nemesis on the web. And they know who they are. (Carolyn and Joan, both of you are sworn to secrecy.)