Okay, I'm getting a little nervous about this A to Z blogging challenge I've committed to for April. You know, one day write about something that begins with A, and write everyday thereafter going down through the alphabet, all the way to Z. Crap! I'm starting to feel panicky. I'm not very good under pressure. Why did I commit to this? What was I thinking??! But, I DID sign up for it, and I will follow through, even though I haven't the slightest idea about topics. I was thinking about it this morning - - whether or not I should plan ahead of time and list out what I would write about each day. I'm kind of a shoot-from-the-hip kind of blogger, but maybe it would be easier to have it all figured out before.
So, for the letter A, all I could come up with is "Alligators." Not the kind that will play and romp and roll with you . . . and then eat you with their gigantic sharp teeth. No, not that kind. The kind in one of our local bakeries. It's kind of a creme puff, but heartier. It's shaped in a long triangle, and I guess if you use your imagination it kind of looks like an alligator's head. It's filled with lots of whipped cream, and has about three pounds of chocolate frosting on top - - with two M & Ms to look like eyes. I'm sure some of you are ready to reach for your insulin, but I like that kind of thing. That's not the problem. My problem is this - - with all the "A" things in the world, my cream filled, enough-sugar-to-slip-you-into-a-coma baked good is the only "A" thing I could think of - - how pathetic is that? And if I start down that path, does that mean I write about bagels, and then cinnamon toast crunch, and then donuts . . . and on and on? (You'll notice I stopped at "E" because "E" is a hard letter. I don't like hard.) Sigh.
What's a girl to do?