Today is a random collection of unimportant drivel. Now is your opportunity to run for your lives. I am hitting a wall with blog-ideas. Any of you interested in sending me an idea or two, or seven?
After two days of working on my book, there are three brain cells still firing.
So...a little randomness:
Me: Wrote 2,500 words for my manuscript this week.
Paul: Nothing he cares to share. Party-Pooper.
Meghan: Blessed her mother with her presence during our family's Mother's Day yard cleanup on Saturday. Came back over on Mother's Day to hang out and go out to dinner with us.
David: "Mom, what are you thinking!? Meghan has never even shot a gun before!?" His answer after I told him what I wanted to purchase for her "going away to college" present this summer. "Mom, giving Meghan a gun is like giving me a boomarang. I've never thrown one of those before either."
Smart mouth.
Grace: Cleaned her bedroom closet before I became unglued. She must've saw the "crazy" in my eyes.
Samuel: Got over his second bout with a stomach virus in seven days. "I hate hard-heavin'." He mumbled. Poor baby.
...before you lose your minds in purposeless bandwith, it's time you blow this popscicle stand and head for home.
