After a whiz-bang start to the new year, I'm all out of blog juice. Already.
Here are some things I am thinking about:
Tomorrow I'm going to California (you heard me right) for what is sure to be a hilarious day of shopping and laughing with a bunch of my sisters and Bug's Grammy Lu. Sorry, Bug. You're staying home with Daddy this time.
If I didn't feel old when I turned 27, I did when I had to get my very first pair of prescription reading glasses. Next up: a walker with tennis balls on the legs.
101.9 The End: see, I was right. I told you your new programming was embarrassingly awful. You should've listened to me 9 months ago. But, we'll let bygones be bygones. I forgive you. Thank you for the Californication on my way to work yesterday. It nourishes my heart.
I have had a four letter word (no, not that kind of four letter word. One of my twenty-seven-olutions was to stop with those, anyway. Remember? A kid who will be talking soon? Can't have her imitating her sailor mama now, can we?) spinning and rolling around in my head, begging for more study and perhaps a blog post or two. Your thoughts on hope would be greatly appreciated.
Will you all promise to come back and check out the blog next week if I promise you a very special surprise? Hint: it will involve pictures. Maybe I'll even throw in some sporting my newest senior citizen accessory.