The B-Word

This afternoon I changed the tag line of this “blog” to reflect an adjustment in my attitude, in keeping with the advancement of my chronological age and the tenor of my posts. To wit, I changed it from “buttery bits of tender bitchiness” to “buttery bits of blatherskite”, because, quite frankly, I don’t think what I do is bitch. And I don’t really think what I have to say is blatherskite, either, but it’s a fun “B” word, so for now it stays. I must confess to a certain queasiness over the continued use of the word “buttery”, however, in light of my veganism, but for now it stays as well.

This is the sort of thing that, if you know me at all in this thing called real life, I will obsess over and fret over, but not to the point of losing sleep. This is not to say, however, that I won’t wake up at 2:52 a.m., trying to come up with a better word for butter, and perhaps choosing “batter-dipped”, but only if that batter is made with flaxseed instead of egg.

It’s all too much to bear.

Aren’t you glad I’m back?