there's a hole in the bucket

What is it about Twitter that seems to syphon off my desire to post here on my blog? My reliable, constant, wonderful, trusted, been-with-me-since-2005 blog? Andrew pointed out to me that, while my tweets remain upbeat and interesting, my blog has become the place for me to rant about the state of the world. In mini dissertations.

I feel as if I've left Blogger for a newer, younger fling and now only come home to complain.

BUT NO LONGER.

Now that my new iPhone arrived from Rogers after a month and a half of waiting for it (right: no ranting), so I'd like to introduce to what I've entitled a Friday Foto. I am aware of the spelling error. On Fridays, I will post a photo (or "foto" - see?) of something that will blow your mind with awesomeness. On hump day, I'll post a Wifercize Wednesday, or something to do with marriage, being a wife, the husband, or other. It will might be P.G. The term "wifercize" I am hereby copyrighting (or would, if I could figure out how to cut and paste the copyright symbol from Word) since I came up with it before I was married when I would weekly, on a Wednesday, subject my parents and two brothers to a recipe I had figured out. "Figured out" was a relative term since most of the experiments went awry. God must have been whispering that I'd marry an Italian in the end and would have to worry too much about cooking anyhow.

Stay tuned for a juicy post on P.M.S. or, as we like to call it in our house, Crazy Town.