Which is pretty ridiculous because I actually really like my blog. I've got cool stuff here, and I'm kind of proud of it. I'd love to have a few more people commenting, and I'd love to write some real ground breaking posts (although since I'm not sure what they'd be about, I'm afraid I'm going to have to hold off on those for a little while). But I like it.
Here's one of my problems: I've just gotten into Twitter, and talk about instant gratification. 140 characters or less (so quick, so easy!) and a bunch of cool people to stalk. So, sorry, blog, I do still love you. I just love you a little less right now. It's not you. It's my own fickle nature. I'm sure you'll come back into favor some day.
In the meantime, I'm going to share a set of photos of the birthday present I gave my sister. I thought it was funny. (I do entertain myself).
Man, cursive is a dying skill. I hear a lot of schools aren't even teaching it any more. Can't say that I blame them. (As a side note, before my sister learned cursive, my friends and I would write notes in cursive so she couldn't read them. She would have been about 6 years old, and it drove her insane! I loved it.)
Then comes the next box:
Then comes the pay off (literally):
You may not be able to tell, but there are tiny dollar signs all over that last note. And, of course, there's some money in there. (I may enjoy tormenting my sister, but I try not to be too mean about it.)
You may have noticed my skills in creating beautiful borders for the above messages. Obviously I missed my true calling in life as a stationery artist.
Oh, and I also gave her Cinder by Marissa Meyer, which is a very fun read for those who might have missed it. A sci-fi re-telling of Cinderella in which Cinder is a cyborg. Action, adventure, and even a ball. Very cool.