I’m contemplating a Hippo Hiatus.
But I keep dithering back and fourth between calling it a Hippo Hiatus or Hippo Hibernation.
I mean, really you can go so many different ways with it.
But I don’t think hippos hibernate. Or do they?
This is the part where I’ll let you open a new tab, and google “hippo hibernation.” You can get back to me. Frankly, I don’t care either way. Well, I guess I kinda care, because if they do hibernate where would they do it? Clearly they can’t hibernate in the water, they’d drown! Then there’d be a mass hippo extinction every winter. But wait…it would only take one winter to wipe out the whole hippo populous.
My argument has holes, this is why I’m not an arguer. I’ll stick with other things, like I’m really good at putting pony tails in my daughter’s hair and getting things out of the cracks of carseats because I have short tiny hands. I basically have baby hands; like if baby’s hands were incredibly nimble. It’s my special skill. It helps me to play Nintendo’s Super Mario Bros. really really well. I just defeated Bowser and saved the princess. Take THAT baby!
And that is what I wanted to talk to you about, I’m leaving my blog to play Super Mario Bros. professionally.
I’m leaving my blog to become a hand model. For a baby.
I’m leaving my blog “temporarily” because I’m sick of it. It’s like when you hang out with your best friend for longer than 10 days in a row, and your periods sync up and you become all hormonal with each other and you start picking fights with her over things that happened 6 years ago, and you’re like, So why didn’t you invite me on your trip to Switzerland? Did you think I wouldn’t enjoy sipping hot chocolate and looking at a bunch beautiful blond people?? And then you finally realize enough is enough and you need some space.
Well my blog is my best friend.
And we need some space.
Don’t try to stop me, I’ve already made up my mind.
Don’t try to beguile me with your flattering comments and your witty repartee…
Here I go—
(shuts lap top, walks to kitchen, pours another cup of coffee)
(…and then cries uncontrollably)
Alright FINE, I’m gonna miss you!!
But I’ll be back. I promise.
Maybe with a new shiny site design that has fireworks that go off when you click on my face.