Foot in mouth disease

If only I were this cute.

I haven't been blogging much this week and that's probably a good thing. Lately, it seems I only have to open my mouth and the foot is in there.

I've got into things I swore I would never get into. Somehow the psychological duct tape slipped and the mouth went into overdrive.

I've written things, revisited them later, only to ask myself what on earth was I thinking? I've emailed quickly written clumsy emails that read completely different than intended.

Must be something to do with the alignment of the planets (and I won't stoop to a Uranus joke here, although it's very tempting - I freely admit to anything for a cheap laugh).

Anyhow, if you're one of my "victims", I grovel accordingly. And, if you happen to be one of the people that I didn't upset or annoy this week, sincere apologies for missing you out!

McKay. I hope you got that patio makeover. I'm heading over for a few medicinal tequillas.