Today something weird happened to me...
And it's not the kind of weird that happened to Brandy when she finds out she has a Fairy Godmother in Rodgers & Hammerstein's: Cinderella.
Or the kind of weird that happened to Tom Hanks when he realizes his girl is a Mermaid chick in Splash.
It's not even the kind of weird that happened to Dorothy when she realized she wasn't in Kansas anymore...(No doubt, no movie title is needed here.)
No, it wasn't like any of these.
It was a kind of weird that made me want to cringe, eat my food in my polka-dot lunchbox, and go see a movie with the elementary classes (I had the chance to, but against my better judgement, I decided to stay at school, and tend to my bizness...what was I thinking? Maybe I was thinking I needed to learn how to spell more better...And I guess I could work on my grammar too.)
But anyways, the "weirdness" that happened to me was this: I could think of nothing to write. Absolutely nothing.
I thought about writing an ode to my sister, but sadly the words just wouldn't come, so I switched gears and was going to write about how I sliced my finger open cooking Pretzel Rolls the other day, but once again, the words wouldn't come! (And I thought it might make you gag, because I sure gagged, but you probably didn't care to know that....)
So, as you can probably imagine, I was in utter despair...Just like Daryl Hannah in Steel Magnolias (Best movie of all time, Amen.) when they are "in the house of the Laud!"
I didn't know what to do?
I didn't know if I should throw my shoes in the air, and go home?
Or if I should persevere through this thing and write something, whether it be good, or bad.
But in the end I did neither.
Instead I thought.
Yes, you didn't hear me wrong! I actually thought.
I thought about my future writing career, and the inevitable, that things like this would happen, and I would have to ignore it.
I thought about my future plans to write a cookbook, (and a book about whatever else I fancy!) and how already the words were coming so naturally for it.
I thought about my family.
I thought about cupcakes...I'm not sure why, I just did...And then I was hungry.
And I thought about my readers, present and future.
I thought about how all of you, however few you may be, are important to me, and everytime I write I am writing for you.
I am writing to bring a smile to your face, however dorky of a smile it might be. (I'm speaking from experience.)
I'm writing to encourage you, to comfort you, and to brighten your day.
So here's to you my readers, If it weren't for you Sweet T would be a very lonely, very bored girl...and she would probably drink way too much Dr. Pepper. Just sayin'.
Peace, Love, & I love ya way mor'n my luggage