I can't tell you how many times I've started a post and then;
Blah Blah Blah
The chickens are loose Mom!
I think I pulled a muscle in my foot............wait never mind, it's either broken or sprained!
MOM, the where's the new dog? (pure breed, pomeranian, about ten, dumped in the field near our house)
Could you look up the number for the post office? (It doesn't exist............I'm exaggerating, there's an 800 number. Joy.)
The door's busted!
Do I have black socks?
Mom, the chicken's on top of the coop!
.....Calling the bank's 800 number......ring...ring...."Hello sexy guy!" Whoa, extremely wrong number!
............and life goes on.............................MOM, CAN I GET ON THE COMPUTER NOW?
Are you just writing down everything I say?



