i don't think it's the wrong side of the bed. maybe more like the right side of funk.
lucky for me. my funks only last a few hours.
thank god for zinc lozenges. they cure everything in my book.
i thought by now based on last year's photos i'd be dancing in the streets. but no.
instead i'm inside cursing the cold and the fact that spring isn't strong enough to show up.
oh it kind of made a shy appearance a week or so ago. but it caved. and left.
what a chicken.
i woke up with my neck all twisty. i think that's what happens
when you mix stress with anger bits
then rim the top of the glass with silence instead of sugar.
at least i didn't wash it down with a temper tantrum chaser.
sometimes i do know when to stop.
i don't have any new photos to share which is making this camera addicted girl a bit edgy.
tell me i'm not alone when it comes to this.
tell me if you lived close you'd come over and talk me off the ledge.
i watched american idol last night. was it just me or did anyone else think
casey might vomit right there on stage.
i want to cut his hair and shave his beard off
with the ability to put it all back on if i like it better the old way.
i guess my whining worked. the sun just came out and poked me in the eye.
if he plays the "come and find me i'm behind a cloud now" game with me.
i'm gonna break his legs. and yes he does have legs.
haven't you seen that commercial
for the jimmy dean sausage biscuits where the whole solar system gets off balance
when they don't eat breakfast.
the photo is leftover from florida vacation
it makes me happy