They Try To Pull Me Away, But They Don't Know The Truth

I meant to write last night but got caught up when I saw Leona Lewis was going to be on David Letterman.

Dear Leona,

I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you.

Love,
c jane

Plus I had to watch the finale of So You Think You Can Dance even though I don't feel emotionally invested this season. I think it is because the choreography has been nothing to write home about.

Dear Home,

Nothing to write about.

Love,
c jane

Nothing like say, season 4 when Chelsea and Mark danced to Bleeding Love by--who else?--Leona Lewis:






Anyway, as I was writing this post in the basement I forgot about the pot of milk I put on the stove for hot chocolate and it boiled over and burned mightily, filled the house with smoke and produced a smell of charcoal, urine and nightmare.

This why I usually post at night.

Dear Self,

Get ready for the slew of "safety comments: friendly reminders!" from your less absent minded friends.

Love,
c jane

Really, I just wanted to say that I am going to be chatting live with anyone who wants to chat live with me tomorrow on my Blog Frog Community forum. It will start at 1:30mst and go for an hour. So, if you live in Australia I fully expect you to set your alarm and be there in the middle of the night. Don't let me down Australia.

We will also introduce my community leaders who will be leading thought -provoking discussions over there.

You can also see some great conversations already going on here:

Home Decor Nightmares

kids skipping grades

and

Obama Winning the Nobel Peace Prize

See you all tomorrow!

p.s. Suggestions for getting the smell of burnt out of my house? Besides opening all doors and windows (check).