Who knows Colby and Tina from It’s A Marathon And A Sprint??  Raise your hands.  Higher.  Higher.  You?  In the back.  You know these two?

I’m pretty sure these two are sistahs from another mutha.  Red Sox fans?  Check.  Love UCONN?  Check?  Filters used only selectively?  Absolutely.  See?  Sistahs.

And as sisters do in any good game of tag, Colby tagged me as the next stop on the Blog World Tour, (sounds impressive, doesn’t it?).  It sounded a bit serious for my severely limited literary abilities, but Colby assured me it was anything but.  After all, did I REALLY think she would be doing anything that required a certain acceptable level of seriousness?  Besides shenanigans?  Really now Black Dog, what the hell were you thinking?!

So without any further adieu – seriously, what the hell does that mean anyway? Adieu to you too – let’s get on with this bus ride.  And let me just apologize now for my answers.  Some of this is just way beyond my ability of taking things seriously.  But let’s be honest.  That’s really why you love me, isn’t it.  Yeah, I know.  It’s okay.  I’m pretty irresistible.

The Blog World Tour consists of answering the following – which I know you’re all just dying to know:

• Acknowledging the blogger/blog that invited you to the Blog Tour:

Tina, Colby, consider yourselves acknowledged.  Makes you feel all tingly inside, doesn’t it?

Answer the following questions in your post:

• What am I working on?

Controlling myself from choking the ever-living crap out of the people I work with on a pretty much daily basis, elevating my patience levels to new heights as I sit on my dupa, sucking down gallons of Moose Tracks, waiting for my kneecaps to decide they want to get back in the sandbox and play nice with the rest of my body, and finding new, interesting, comical subjects to keep my loyal fans from wondering why the hell they ever hit that damn follow button in the first place.  Oh, and seeing how long I can actually balance on one foot while brushing my teeth.

• How does my work differ from others of its type/genre?

Work?  Is that what this is supposed to be?  Crap, didn’t get THAT memo.  I just thought this was a very convenient way to prevent this unfortunate situation…

• Why do I write what I do?

I can claim total ignorance on this one.  Most of the time.  I have absolutely no control over said literary matter.  It just falls out.  All on its own.  Really.  It’s pretty scary actually.

• How does my wiring process work?

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!  Sorry. Be serious Black Dog, for once in your pathetic life.  Wait a minute.  Colby!  Are you trying to pull shenanigans on THE MASTER?!?!?  Isn’t this supposed to say how does my WRITING process work?!?!  Whatever the question is, I can answer it the same way.  There isn’t one.  I just follow the brain vomit and see where it leads me.  It may end up as a total pile of dog poop, or it may end up being the greatest piece of blogiterature EVER created. (Like that one, don’tcha?)

Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?

So now it’s my turn to send the tour bus on to the next stop.  And lucky you, you get to be entertained next by none other than the….drum roll please……ACCOUNTABILIBUDDIES!!!   Honestly ladies, did you really think I’d pass up the chance to harass you yet AGAIN????  It’s my sole reason for being.  Besides Moose Tracks.  And dark chocolate.  And wine.  And the Mutt.

So let’s see it, Kellie, Nicole, Lisa, Rae.  What ya got?  Because…TAG!   You’re it!

Enjoy the ride.