Words Words Words
I admit it, denizens. I am frazzled. Fried. Toast. Stick a fork in me; I'm done. The absence of Cuters and sunshine have combined to give me a case of the blahs, and I really don't need to share them with you. My usual method of writing - to let my mind wander and my fingers follow along for the ride - will not yield anything worth reading, I fear. So, for the new year, I leave you with words, mangled and otherwise. I promise to be back in 2011 with more serious rantings and ravings. For now, though think about the fact that.... You can be listless , but if you are full of energy does that mean you have list ? This came up in my first he's sick and I don't know what to do phone call to the pediatrician. In my frantic description I said that Big Cuter was listless. Sensing my over-concern, the doctor asked if he had had any list in the morning. It took me a minute, but I was able to laugh.... kinda sorta not really......