It's been quite a while since my last post, so I thought it best to check in and let my vast audience know that I'm still kicking (albeit in a very uninspired fashion). You may now all breathe a collective sigh of relief. I'll wait....
So, I've decided that I'm suffering from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), which has somehow replaced my usual spunk and candor with a ravenous appetite for chocolate and the need to watch The Real Housewives. In all honesty, lately I've had a hard enough time coming up with status updates on Facebook to even think about posting on the blog, but I owe it to myself, and most of all, my adoring fans to at least try to break through this mind-numbing funk. Did George Washington decide not to cross the Delaware because there was a Jersey Shore marathon on the telly? Heck no! He got out there and did it! Did Orville and his brother (whose name escapes me, so let's just call him Bob) Wright decide not to take flight because they didn't feel like it? Not a chance! They took the bull by the horns and flew the hell out of that construction paper and popsicle stick contraption for at least a hundred feet! Did The Artist Formerly Known as Prince decide not to record Purple Rain because he just didn't feel "purple" enough? No way! He sang and danced his heart out in those adorable, purple little lady boots.
Ok, that's really all I've got, but here's a pic of my awesome dog. And yes, that's an empty bottle of Canadian Club next to her. Someone told Mr. Bizzle that empty 2-liter soda bottles are great dog toys. He doesn't drink soda.
And here's a pic of the killer chicken I made for dinner tonight. If you want the recipe, just ask in the comments section, but I will tell you that my secret is putting a halved lemon and some fresh rosemary sprigs in the chicken's hoo-ha. It makes for a delicious, herby and lemony bird. I seriously love roasted chicken and I hope you do too. Unless, of course, you're a vegetarian. And that's ok, too.