About a number between
And about this!
“cause what’s life worth living if you can’t think about cute boys!
AAAAAAnd I’m thinking about . . .
the story I’m attempting to write. I get so excited when I sit down to work on this piece and then I panic . . get up . . . walk away . . pee . . . panic some more . . . walk by the blank page again . . . stop and stare . . . walk to the bedroom . . . and gather up a load of dirty clothes. Never before has my laundry basket been so empty!
So, I’m thinking about all the fur and fluff that keeps finding its way up my nose.
Anyone have any idea where it may be coming from????
I’m also still thinking about . . .
Yeah, good habits are hard to break.
I’m thinking about tomorrow and something ELSE I can’t seem to write:
A decent grocery list!
And yes, I’m still thinking about cute boys!!!
But, this one is mine! I had to “blur” him out to protect the innocent!
And if I know him, he occasionally thinks about cute girls hehehe!
Walk like and Egyptian, baby!!! – it’s the title of a song, not a political statement
Small off topic rant: When the hubby, who wasn’t my hubby back then, went to see the gorgeous Miss Susanna Hoffs in concert, he was close enough to write his phone number on a piece of paper, wad it up and throw it to her.
Now, when we go see Pearl Jam, I’m going to have to be Nolan Ryan on steroids for my phone number to reach Eddie. The fact that both Eddie and I are currently happily married, to other people, is immaterial in this argument.
Now, I’m thinking about
launching a paper airplane from my seat and having it float gracefully through the air and landing perfectly at Eddie’s feet. And if you open the airplane and read the rest of the message, it also professes my husband’s love of Pearl Jam’s music – maybe not so much of Eddie’s deep blue oceanic eyes or caramel colored wavy locks of hair – but he does love the music!!!!!
And, I think I’m done!
Sorry if this was a crappy blog – today was about a 1.6 on a scale 10!!!