many happy returns
is such a cheery thing to say, wouldn’t you agree?
and i always love it when pooh and piglet say it.
i thought i’d greet you that way since i have been such a bad blogger lately.
there is just so much to do when things and people are disordered. disheveled. and discombobulated.
those three words might very well mean the same thing.
but i must say disheveled is my favorite as of now.
disheveled as in that one applies to me.
my husband came home early from work today to find me in bed knitting a pretty moss colored green shawl. my words not his.
mind you i am not sick any more. i just don’t. want. to. face. it.
i know i promised i’d be better about this….the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
i won’t even go into detail as to what my breakfast was…and for the record it was NOT mint ice cream out of the carton!
anyhow, i did wholeheartedly ask for the grace to AMEND MY LIFE tonite as i said my examen. it’s the best i can do. keep asking.
as a side note i don’t even want to talk about LOST. there are no words. i feel empty and betrayed. and besides i am too disheveled to care about a dumb t.v. show that i wasted invested years of my life on.
now where are the happy returns you say? probably in the freezer with my carton of icecream!