Name the 10 countries in the world whose names are made up of 4 letters.
(Now, of course, you might use the Internet to cheat and pretend like you just knew them off the top of your head. But if I were you, I’d rather go to heaven.)
I am torn between wanting to say two unrelated things, so I’ll say them both:
Queso is the best.
I totally believe in miracles.
I promise that one day I’ll get back to this poor, neglected little blog.
In the meantime, my co-worker Brooks just asked me if I wanted a “knuckle sandwich,” and oh man, that made me laugh. Who coined that, anyway?
Probably a dad.
Jo March
Belle
Tami Taylor
I think that’s probably it.
In this life of trying to figure out who we are, when it comes down to it, we all just wind up being ourselves.
Rather than finding this discouraging, today, I find it freeing.
Today’s blog was deleted due to the unnecessary amount of drama it was going to cause. I’ve got enough going on – I don’t know why I was inviting more emotional turmoil.
If you missed it, you’re just fine. I think it kicked a lot of ass, but it probably wasn’t the most tactful of posts. Sorry ’bout it.
*via Carl – hi, Carl!
I’m back on Facebook.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it’s already stressing me out again.
Love/hate, Facebook. Love/hate.
See you around the Wall. Sigh.
Call me a killjoy, but I don’t think I will ever be the kind of woman who joins the Red Hat Society.
No offense.
I had a thought. It’s not much, and I don’t even know why I’m feeling it acutely these days, but here it is.
It bothers me when people use their singleness as an excuse for continued adolescence.
I don’t want to use my singleness as an excuse for continued adolescence.
That’s all.
