I have not been exercising my blogging muscle and as a result Shamrag is starting to atrophy.
Sad but true.
I am working on it, but trying to find funny in January when it is 7 degrees and slippery out is, well, trying.
All I want to do instead of write (or anything else for that matter) is burrow under the blankets with a package of Ring Dings and a bottle of Buffalo Trace.
Which so far has been a perfectly lovely substitute for doing pretty much anything else.