Well, I think I might need to stop blogging. My posts seem to be decom(post)ing.
There is one person who reads this blog and knows me in real, actual, life. She called me today from London, England to see if I'm ok. To see if I'm not actually shooting birds in my backyard. To make sure I'm not seeing Mary Poppins and the Rockettes or something. Or bathing in the birdbath. :-)
Hi J, love you, miss you!! You are the sweetest friend.
Anyway, I don't see much good coming from this. And I don't see these silly posts helping anybody really. Other than being rants to let some steam out of my pressure cooker brain.
Shall I call it a day?