Are you singing the song? I am. On extended repeat. Sincere hopes that it does not invade my dreams. I hope to wake with no song in my head. Blissfully quiet would be nice. I woke up once this week with a terrible top 40 country song on seemingly endless repeat. Luckily, the overnight purge was successful and I can no longer remember even the name of the song... this is simply self-preservation as thinking the name would mean the annoyance begins again. No.
Went to the Amsterdam StitchnBitch this evening. Lovely.
I want to write more, but cannot. It's midnight-19 and, while I am recovering, my brain is still a bit furry from Bram's gift of snotty nose.
Cassandra - the photo of the package of kitchen scrubbers wrapper is at May 11, 06. Too funny.
1 comment:
Fantastic! I want to be a hovse wife of the horld as well. Have you read "Me Talk Pretty One Day?" Guaranteed to make you snort. Great to meet you yesterday, I'll follow your adventures!
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