The quote in the title of this post is shamelessly stolen from an old boyfriend of mine, who used it whenever he had no explanation for something. It was usually accompanied by a boyishly charming shrug of the shoulders, and of course all would be forgiven.
Now, granted, he was a tres’ dashing Navy A-6 Intruder Pilot, so the terminology made INFINITELY more sense when he used it than now when I do…but we’re used to stretching around here, so go with me, will ya?
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I have NO motivation to blog these days. Zip. Zilch. I could weave a tapestry of potential reasons, suppositions and theories as to why, but don’t even have good ideas for THOSE.
*insert girlishly charming shoulder shrug HERE*
But, I DO miss hanging with y’all, so I wanted to peek in and tell you. (I suppose this is my version of the aforementioned boyfriend’s “aw, c’mon, honey – forget about all that and let’s have a roll in the sack”. Or something.)
Anyway, I made you a playlist, so I can’t be a TOTAL shit, right? (And, he wasn’t either. Holla, Jeff! )
*note* – Yes, I realize that if my darling husband Brian ever made mention of an old girlfriend in a similar context, I’d be livid and morph into Medusa with a head full of flaming, venomous snakes. I understand that I’m exercising a ridiculous double standard here, but it’s all done in the name of colorful, hopefully entertaining blog fodder. Let it be known to one and all that I in no way miss the aforementioned boyfriend, haven’t thought of him in YEARS, and wouldn’t trade my honey for him anyone else – not even if they came with a million dollar bills stuck to them with Pure Vermont Maple Syrup. Seriously. <3