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Who Woulda Thunk It?

Last year I petered out not even halfway through the month. It's harder than one thinks to blog everyday. I mean I know talk a lot but when it comes to putting something in writing, that's more difficult that I ever thought it would be. I try no to be mundane and do a wussy post (such as yesterdays). A lot of times it's my son that's on my mind and really, I don't know that ya'll wanna hear me complain ad nauseum about how we're losing our grip on sanity. How we have no idea where to begin with treatment for him. Who do we call first? What methods will be most productive and positive for him. See? Not so much fun there.

I did read on a gossip blog that Britney Spears is pregnant again but the same source that told them that also said later that it was false. Whew. Useless info, I know but in my world? Meaty stuff.

Have I mentioned that I'm addicted to the Wii? I think so. I should have taken a nap when the boy was at school because my MIL took the girl with to my niece's house. No, I bowled. Worked on my Wii Fitness. I was 61 yrs old a couple days ago and 62 today. Um, not quite the direction I wanted to go in. I feel 62 today.

But still look like a teenager thanks to my carry on luggage, err, pimple. All is good.
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Les Becker said…
See, it's all your fault. You said "pimple" yesterday, and one appeared on my UPPER LIP, of all places.

Thanks. A lot.
4:14 PM
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