It happens to all of us.
so far this morning:
had breakfast at the other cafe in town.
moved some furniture so the painting can continue
had pictures taken of in a yurt
watched the neighbors kids blow up plastic bottles full of vinager and baking soda
in about half an hour I get to head back down town to volunteer for the train. Which means sit and read a book 'til it is close to train time - then wave and point and tell people places they can eat.
Nicole, Cindy, Ginger, Deena....
Not just you. Including even the "did I or didn't I?" scrollback.
watched the neighbors kids blow up plastic bottles full of vinager and baking soda
Tell them it works better with diet coke.
Our neighborhood boys did that a couple of weeks ago. Clearly, we're more progressive.
Not just you. Including even the "did I or didn't I?" scrollback.
Hee.
Sean (Nicole, Sail, beth, etc.), I don't even make Nicole's D'oh face, half the time. Half the time, I continue to think, "I *know* I posted to him/her about that. I know it. I'm just missing it."
Then I control+F and everything. It's pathetic.
So far today I:
Ate breakfast, thought about coloring my hair, failed to keep track of how many loads of laundry I've successfully washed/dried/put away, thought about getting on the treadmill, thought about cleaning the yard, thought about weeding out my closet, ordered pizza, ate pizza, clipped Ashton's claws, bandaged a gash on my finger, ordered a dog bed and a cat scratching post online, and thought about taking a nap.
Tell them it works better with diet coke
mom won't let them. Besides, then we wouldn't have that lovely vinager smell all over the neighborhood
By the way, Sean, you and S have had many good wishes from me that didn't actually make it to typing.
I swear I read good wishes from you somewhere Ginger. Maybe I'm just imagining good wishes from people, just because I *know* they surely sent them....
I sent some, Sean. I just didn't send as many as I meant to.
I'm typing good wishes to everyone now, because I
know
I always forget. I'm on so rarely anymore that in the day or two it takes me to catch up, I've forgotten.