Has my blogging turned into just me writing conversations?
Such like that? No, nobody said so, I just noticed it when I was writing yet another one earlier. Anyway, I don’t suppose that’s gonna change any time soon. Maybe I’ll vary my style occasionally. Like this:
A minute ago, Frank called to me from the bathroom. “Sweetie, can you bring me some paper towels? I need to dry off.” He had been cleaning the paint stick. I don’t make him dry off with paper towels; I mean, I hate laundry, but not that much.
“Sure, I’ll be right there.” So I rushed through the bedroom toward the bathroom, and halfway through the bedroom, I realized that I had forgotten the paper towels. Sounds just like me. I spun on my heel without a word and started laughing as I rushed right back out.
Behind me I heard, “Good hustle.” Hey, I tried.