I don’t know what this blog is about

I had the best intentions in the world today.  I was going to stick on the healthy track that I’d gotten myself back on.  Avoid candy, eat nutritious foods, exercise.  Hmmm...Well, I did exercise, so that’s something.  And I did eat nutritious food, but I also ate rather a lot of food that wouldn’t fall into the nutritious category.  And the candy situation?  Well, that good intention went to hell in a hand-basket.

What does that mean?  Hell in a hand-basket?  It makes me feel quite daring and cocky to say it, but what does it actually mean.  What is a “hand-basket”?  And why would a hand-basket go to hell? 

I’m going to look hand-basket up in the dictionary.  Be right back.

Okay, there is no “hand-basket” in the dictionary.  I wonder if the phrase is “Hell in a hand bag?” I know what a hand bag is.  Everybody does.  It’s a lady’s purse.  But if the phrase is “Hell in a hand-bag,” that makes no more sense than “Hell in a hand-basket.”

Well, maybe it makes a little more sense, because according to Webster’s Concise Dictionary there is no such thing as a “hand-basket.” Although, what, pray tell are those baskets that the bunny leaves lying around the house on Easter morning.  Yes, they could be called Easter baskets...BUT they also could be called hand-baskets.  One does, after all, hold them in one’s hand.

I’m going to look the word “hand-basket” up in Oxford’s Dictionary of English.  It is, in my opinion a much more reliable dictionary.  Many times I find words in Oxford’s that the Webster’s doesn’t acknowledge.  (I use Webster’s more often though, because Oxford’s is so much thicker and has ever so many options to wade through.)

Be right back.

Humph...I was all prepared to return triumphant, to tell you that Oxford’s does indeed recognise the word “hand-basket.” And they did have a lot more hand-whatevers than Webster’s did, but apparently the good folks at Oxford’s have not yet heard of a hand-basket either.  Oh well.  Sigh.

I have no idea what I was going to blog about.  I’m going to scroll back and check.

Scrolled back and I still have no idea what I was planning on blogging about.  That’s a little disconcerting.  Generally when I go off topic, all I need is a little prompt to get me back on track.  Hmmm...I guess I better go have another one of those unhealthy forbidden chocolates.  It’s not my fault that I’m eating them really.  My husband saved the box of candy that I received from Three River Schools.  I can’t just let it molder (is that a word?) on the counter can I? 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, March 31, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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