 A round of applause for at least getting closer to the raging All Warholled Up me in the header, please?
Yes, I know you all still have a strange box at the top (even though it doesn’t show on my computer screen). It’s for advertising. That’s my next quest. To rid my blog of the space.  For you. All for you.
But you should be able to read the font better now, right? Except for those of you who really need to put on your glasses, realizing that that’s what glasses are for. I suck it up and wear mine. All twenty dollars of them. So if you’re not wearing your glasses, don’t complain about not being able to read the screen. But you do know how to magnify your screen, right? Well, figure it out, already, or get a cork.
And for those of you who say the middle section isn’t loading right away, I think that’s fixed, too, right? Or are you just tolerating it? Is it your crappy Internet connection, your PC (you shouldagotaMac) 
 or my stoopid Blob? Come on. Fess up. How the hell can I cater to your every freaking need if you only whine and complain in the dark? Step up to the plate for godssakes. Sheesh. Next?
I don’t especially want you thinking I have my head where the sun doesn’t shine, even though much of the time, my snail’s pace of digging through the code of my site, and the codex at WordPress leaves me somewhat pale, and in need of some color. And needing a shower. 
Today, the RT saw me come from my room after changing from my pjs and asked,”Are you going somewhere, Mom?” because it was only 11am, and on many days, real clothes just aren’t something I get around to. Bear in mind that I have on a tee shirt and a pair of yoga pants.
Not exactly going out clothes…
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