But no, that’ wouldn’t be right. You all deserve new material…
So, the subject is fools.
I am nobody’s fool. But…
I am a fool for reality TV.
I am a fool for chocolate.
I am a fool for doggies.
I am a fool that hates clutter but collects it uncontrollably.
I am a frugal fool.
I am a lazy fool.
I am a blogging fool.
I am an over-40, near AND farsighted fool.
I am a fool for my KITCHENAID MIXER.
I am a fool for lobster.
I am a foolish FSU football fan.
I’ve been known to be a dancin’ fool.
I don’t suffer fools gladly, and I have little patience for stupid fools, inconsiderate fools, selfish fools and abusive fools.
I am not a fool for Adam Lambert (he makes my ears bleed), and I’m certainly not a fool for Bret Michaels (though I thank the good Lord that many women are). I am not a fool for Geraldo Rivera, Ann Coulter or Nancy Grace (all of whom are so foolish as to be caricatures of themselves).
I will not be a fool to anti-aging strategies, fashion (though I adore Project Runway I would never wear any of those creations) or cheesecake (even New York style).
I may not be happy about some of my foolish ways, but I accept my fool-ness. And being a fool isn’t all bad – I am a fool in love – with Husband, with Son, with life.
And I’d love to be a fool for George Clooney. It’s okay with Husband – he’s on my List.