judypatricia

I give those snowflakes out there today credit; they're trying. For every two-thousand raindrops there's one big flake. I doubt I'll think on this tomorrow when it all freezes, and I'm trying desperately not to do splits on the pavement.

I wish I could tell you of all the fabulous things I've been doing, but I'm not a liar and would only end up talking of sleep deprivation and my blood pressure. You, like, totally don't care.

If you listen closely, you can hear a soft crying coming from my laundry pile. Re-acquainting myself with the inside of a washing machine might actually be fun. Good thing I'm still familiar with that room with the sink, that bowl you sit on and the bigger sink you can stand in to wash your hair. You know the one.

When I got home this afternoon, I was pleased to find I almost tripped over the box that was left between my front doors. I knew who it was from before I read the name. Somewhere between being hot and painfully cool, Jem found the time to mail outswear to Godcookies. If it weren't for my trying to preserve their rad, I'd eat them...aside from the possibility they might just be too old. Ha.

Well, you know, it's 6-something-something pm, and that spells "b-e-d-t-i-m-e." I get more Grandma by the hour.