it's a convoluted mess
I feel completely unprepared for this trip. I have little over 48 hours to get it all figured out. And here I sit, in bed with my computer. HEY, I’ve been doing laundry all day. I’m not completely unproductive here. Yesterday morning I was sitting at my desk when Bob walked into the loft for his morning pre-work intarwebz perusal. He sat down in his chair, logged into his computer, and leaned over, peering at… Keep reading…Can you hear when we call…
I had this whole post planned out in my head waxing analytical and poetic about the state of my brain when it comes to making decisions and blah, blah, blah. Then it got really long and drawn-out and it missed the point entirely of what I really wanted to say. I had a pipe dream about a road trip. Then I got nudged by a couple of completely fantastic friends about said pipe dream. And… Keep reading…Crazy would be changing your mind…
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Yesterday while visiting my parents, my mom and I started going through some things in my closet. I have a lot of crap still in my old bedroom, just waiting to be sorted through, tossed, donated, or moved to our new house. I brought home a backseat-full of stuff with me. In that pile, are two diaries I kept from the end of elementary school to the beginning of high school. Diaries. Bob was eying… Keep reading…Dear Diary…
I’ve been trying to write something worth reading for today, but the words just aren’t flowing. I think this quote best sums up what I’ve been trying to put down on paper. Bob and I are connected at the brain. If people witnessed a fraction of the completely shameless inanity we get up to when left to our own devices…well…they’d probably be a little concerned. But I bet they’ve never had nearly as much fun… Keep reading…Two…
S: Proactiv Solution is now claiming to be “gentler.” R: Gentler than WHAT? Hydrochloric acid? S: Probably still not quite that gentle. — —