Okay, so I came up with this brilliant idea to become a blogger. (Not my idea entirely. It seems others are doing it too.) I will blog daily and everyone, yes everyone, will read my words of -wisdom, humor, craft, gibberish. Yes, all eighteen that have viewed my site, I do consider to be EVERYONE. Anyone who hasn't yet is still considered no one.
So anyway, I thought I should do this daily and I tried, but then, just the other day, the only thing that came out of my mouth was Gwaaaaaaaafff... This is what started the lapse in blog time. I'll save you the details, but I haven't Gwaaaaafffed like that since I was pregnant-years ago. Not only did I Gwaaaaafff for days, but two of my kids did too. It was like our whole house was Gwaaaaafffing for days.
My king-sized bed became a sandlot of tissues, buckets, damp washcloths, miniature humans and myself. Where was the hubby in all this? Well he was the smart one-keeping his distance on the couch, although it included a day off work for him.
As if the Gwaaaaafffing wasn't bad enough. Ya ever feel like all the bones have been removed from your body-nothing to hold it upright. Even worse, if you can imagine one of those toothpaste-pusher-upper thing-a-ma-jigs. That's what I felt like for days. Like someone was pushing up on my boneless body-starting at my feet all the way to my head, until it was about to explode. Didn't even have the luxury of Motrin or else I'd-well you know. GOD AWFUL. I hated germs before, but now I have it in for them.
You know the saddest part to all of this, other than the fact that we all encountered yet another invasion, is this. As horrible as I felt I tried to go to work. I had gotten an offer on a property I have listed.... Hey listen, instead of sounding like the Realtor that I am, I'll just give you the high points. I thought it was noble of me to try and go to work, and on my way there I did the 'G' word in my car. I had no choice but to cancel and the agent practically called me a liar. She thought I was holding out for another offer. How dare she?
Now, along with everything else, my honesty was being questioned. For a brief moment, I thought, I'll show her. Not as in payback, but as in I'LL SHOW HER the 'G' in my car. Maybe then she would believe me. Instead the only thing these jelly-like legs could do was press on the gas long enough to get me home-in bed, where I stayed until this morning. Ah, what tomorrow really means. You never realize just how good tomorrow is until it's here. After all, it's on-ly aaaa daaaaaay a-waaaaaaay. At least I'm not an Orphan scrubbing toilets. (No offense to those of you who are)
Oh, well. That's all folks-until tomorrow. Well, since it's so late it's early, and tomorrow, I guess it's already tomorrow, or is it today. Forgive me, I'm tired and dehydrated along with other excuses, I may discuss once I get to know all EIGHTEEN of you better, but for now it's bedtime. Hopefully, whatever the day will be once I wake up, I will write something brilliant and new. If nothing happens good enough to write about, I'll just LIE (in writer's lingo we call that fiction). Good night.
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