One of us is crazy . . .

About once a month, Amylynn and I have a conversation about the fact that she is insane.  She denies this and I bring up example after example of her craziness.  This conversation always starts over the fact that she can’t post on the blog one night and I’m either too busy or don’t have a topic.  Tonight, I’m just too busy.  Making 48 chocolate butterflies for a

Amylynn's New Jacket

party is not quick or easy and after I leave Bank of No Forks, that’s what I’ll be doing for the next 3 or 4 days. After I inform her that the blog world can do without us for an evening – I hear this from her office:

Amylynn – (aggravated deep heavy dramatic sigh) I’ll come up with something.  

Me – Really.  (Not really with a question mark but really like you’re nuts and you need to stop your craziness before I call the authorities – that REALLY)

Amylynn – Really (Not really with a question mark or really like I’m nuts and I need to stop my craziness before you call the authorities but the really that says you’re letting me down and I’ll just do it myself – that REALLY)

So, to help out, here’s tonight’s blog:  

Gratuitous picture of cute hockey player - Taylor Pyatt

    You’re welcome.

****Note from Amylynn….

I might be crazy, it’s true. In fact, it’s probable. I come from a long line of crazy and I surround myself with crazies. I suffer from delusions that the seven people who read this blog will be angry that there isn’t a post when they expect one and will thus abandon the ritual of coming here to read my nonsense and then I’ll be down to six or five faithful readers.

Panic sets in.

I’m totally crazy. The people in my head are nodding emphatically.

This time a gratuitous shot of a hockey MAN