I started blogging to share my experiences in caring for a dementia-stricken parent; a lot of what I write is from my book project, “Another cookie, please!”.
Since becoming part of a wonderful blogging community called….For The Love Of Blogs, I’ve been able to think beyond past sadness and enjoy contributing writings that are fun and creative.
Well, at least I try….
Sometimes, my thinking cap manages to get twisted but, what the hell, maybe someone will smile when they read my posts.
Had a brain fart 
while driving to work this morning about…Blind Dates; the good, bad and even horrors of such encounters. I now ask you to share your stories, don’t spare any sordid details either! I want to read about how you were overtaken by numbness when Mr. Groady knocked on your door, his appearance bringing on instant nausea.
Me? Well, I had the brief misfortune of meeting only one creature during my dating years; all it took was one whiff of something coming from his mouth that smelled like rotting chicken and it took me about a half hour to come up with some malady and I ran home…and hid.
That’s it…short and not-so-sweet for today but I look forward to hearing your most awful, yucky, disgusting, Blind Date stories.
