I had an entry all planned out in my head. A clever parody of Sinatra's My Way, with links to the fruits of my NaBloPoMo labor. Then I had a look at my month of posts and decided ce n'est pas possible. I wrote a whole bunch of rambling bull pucky over the last month, and boy am I proud.

That is what blogging is all about.

Aside from the blatent lack of quality writing in my November archives, I've been distracted. Big time distracted.

I don't know who all follows me over at Big Slice, but I've been eating a rather spartan and lackluster diet for the last week. I want to lose five more pounds before my husband's employee Holiday Dinner.

Doo dee doo dee doo... I've been clipping along, eating well and not feeling deprived. And then I heard crinkling. My daughter had ripped open a small bag of chocolate chips and extracted a few, leaving the bag in the pantry.

It was like someone was chumming the water. I was fine with the unopened bag of chips in the pantry. But now, with them open, I keep darting in for a few quick nibbles. There's an electricity in the air here in the kitchen. I can smell them from a mile away, and I'm fixin' to have myself a frenzy.

I'm putting them outside in the garage, for my husband to snack on. I can't have them in here, or I'll eat them.

Not that eating chocolate is a bad idea. But seriously. I'm ready to frenzy all over that action.

Okay, this brings NaBloPoMo to a rambling, screwy-louie end. 30 days of mediocrity, served lukewarm!

Everyone, go over and buy a shirt or twelve from the lovely and inspiring M. Kennedy.