I forgot to bring the duster thinger in.Â Such a dusty desk.
Things so rarely go according to my plan.
Not good news.Â Not good news.Â But not unexpected.
I’m not very brave.
I need a laugh.
Automatic weapons?!?Â How do I always miss that part of the party??
They’re being way too quiet.Â It’s freaking me out at the same time that it’s kinda awesome.
This is heaven.
My throat is sore-ish.Â Don’t be sore-ish, throat!!
I think I’d rather have dinner with Biden than Obama.Â If I was forced to choose.Â Because really, I’d rather have dinner with Ted Bundy than either of those two.Â Zombie Ted Bundy.
TSA is completely out of control.
It’s the drainage, you see.
I tend to be matter of fact with others’ grief.Â It is not because I am heartless.Â I am the same with my own.
I need to choose colors.Â That’s the hardest part.Â I can never decide.
I want to go home and spend the rest of the day in the hammock, knitting and reading and napping.
I admit to a little glee at reading this.
You’ve forgotten everything about me.
You’re too far gone.
Can we please just all stop saying “just sayin’ …”?Â Please?
I’m sorry for the melancholy.
Today is full of bad news and worse.
My ear buds just died.Â And I hate this back up pair.Â They make my head feel like I’m SCUBA diving and need to clear my ears.
It’s like pepper in milk.
It’s not like I ever really belonged among them anyway.Â It’s not my tribe.
Sleepy sleepy sleepy jen.
I keep thinking today is Friday.Â It’s really not Friday.
I need a break from this place.
My ear drum is itchy in that impossible to scratch sort of way that you can feel all the way down into your neck.
I will be very upset if I’m coming down with something.
Painting that kitchen is going to be quite the undertaking.Â Maybe I can get rid of many things during the dismantle.
But not my beloved coffee mug collection!Â I should hang those … or maybe some kind of fancy shelf.Â The Mister would like to see them all go.
OK, I admit it.Â I wish I had a smart phone.
Ooh, look!Â Strawberries!!Â No!Â No!Â Focus, damn you!
I like green grapes very much, thank you.
No, I said phonography, not p0rn0graphy.
Bread Broom Candle Coin
I’m not a hologram.Â Honest.