I started this post at 3:30 in the morning… I’m tired… I’m cranky… and I swear I just broke my toe when I dropped a bottle of shower cleaner onto it. It’s already turned a nice purpley bluey color. I’m hoping to coordinate my socks to match… that way if I have a hole in one of my socks, no one will be the wiser. I tell you… them’s are the reasons my folks should have named me Brilli, middle name: Ance… Brilli Ance. Meanwhile… this little piggy done cried wah, wah, wah all the way home!
The other day I was grocery shopping. That’s totes normal. I bought me some food and some more food… and rounded that out with some food. That’s totally normal. Then, I took my bags out to put them in my Beulah the Buick vehicular contraption. All the way normal. As I was putting my groceries into the trunk, I felt an eery feeling… you know like you get when someone is staring at you. I turned to see this:
Uhhh… that would not be normal. What in the Sam Hill beans is my friend, Claude’s head doing duct taped to the hood of a car. I think that pretty much explains the chronic headache right there! My first thought: Wow… duct tape is really multipurposeful. Does that mean I’ve officially joined the psychiatric unit support group? It’s about dang time!
Note: If you haven’t entered yesterday’s drawing for the Shut Up and Sweat T-shirt, there’s still time. I will pick a winner on Thursday night! Do eet!