I feel the need to apologise again for the state of this blog. Someday, I promise you, it will be… at least …um…  I would hope fairly attractive.  

The Daddy - who was supposed to take care of all prettifications - has been very very busy at work with a project which has a two week deadline but involves re-writing the web from scratch… or something. I am not too sure because 5 minutes into his detailed explanation I sort of… well… to be totally honest I tuned out. There. I said it! I. Stopped. Listening.

I promise you it was only because I was scared my head might explode and I might become a different person. Forever. 

Also the reason why, when he began to explain to me how I, myself, could beautify my blog, I found myself mentally putting my fingers in my ears while chanting a virtual La-la-la-la-la.

Silly really. I used to be able to do all that stuff. Second nature. Along with a lot of other unrelated stuff which I have also forgotten. 

But it’s all gone now. Because I am the Queen of the Brain Dump. If I need it I can learn it but if I don’t I dump it. Two weeks maximum and it’s gone. Poof! Disappeared into thin air, as if it never was.

I like to call it Selective Retention. You may call it just a Lazy Brain. I maintain that it is just Hugely Efficient. No junk in this brain! 

But that really doesn’t help me because after a few days of waiting, waiting, waiting and no Prince Charming in sight,  I relented and decided to try to work it all out, to do at least some of the work myself.

But …

oh …

so difficult…

Why do they have to make it so complicated?

Groan. What goes where?

The Daddy could do this in three strokes of the mouse or probably even just by muttering Abracadabra.

Damn… 

OK. I admit it. Lazy Brain.  But I am sure, somehow, sometime I will work it out.

In the meantime … really sorry about the Fugly Blog.