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Blockage (Neither Cardio Nor Anal In Nature)

Greetings, my little chickadees!  I must apologize for having neglected both of my readers for quite some time now!  Sadly, I have been experiencing what those "in the biz" (a.k.a. the business of writing...a business of which I am clearly not a part) call writer's block.  You see, I am sans muse, without inspiration and just plain bored.  Quite frankly, I haven't written because I don't want to disappoint!

Ideally, what I would do in this situation is ask all of you to come up with subjects for me to explore.  Unfortunately, I don't know if there are enough of you out there actually reading this to post your suggestions.  Nevertheless, when I scan my stats I do see that there are quite a few more hits on my page than posts!  (Still, not very many.)  That being said, this is what I propose...

If you suggest it, I will write about it.

I am making an effort to get more of a dialogue going on this blog; although mayhap I am only setting myself up for failure and ultimate humiliation.  (OK, maybe not ultimate.  Perhaps "slight" would be a more appropriate word in this case.)  Anyway, if you leave me any suggestions or ideas as a comment, I will write something about them.  My only requests are that you keep it clean and don't put mean things about other people.

What do you say?  Can you help a damsel in distress?

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  1. Some ideas...
    - The best coffee or wine you've had recently
    - Your soup recipe you always forget to give me
    - Your favorite kinds of dogs
    - The best way to make a frozen yogurt sundae
    - Your thoughts about Thanksgiving
    - Why you decided to learn French rather than Spanish
    - Any cleaning tips because your apartment is always so spotless
    - What drives your purchasing decisions when it comes to household goods/beauty products/groceries/etc.
    - The best salad bars in town
    - A favorite phrase, Bible verse, saying, or cliche

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