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Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in chewable, easy-to-swallow, tweet-sized bites: 03 – Should be a fun day. Half the staff is out and I’m getting a root canal. The fun never ends. Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in easy-to-swallow tweet-sized bites: 01 – Grandchildren spending the night. Fed them, entertained them, put them to bed. I’m tired. And yet another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in tweet-sized bites: 01 – RT @EmoPhilips: I’m not Catholic, but I gave up picking my belly button for lint. Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in tweet-sized bites: 01 – Did the taxes. It’s not pretty. Hope the kids can pay me back soon. Any and all donations graciously accepted. Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in tweet-sized bites: 01 – Choice between cabbage rolls and hot yoga. Culinary bliss won out over karmic bliss. Maybe I’ll do 2 classes Wednesday night. Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in tweet-sized bites: 01 — New Years Eve with the grandkids, The 3 Stooges, Spongebob, and Dick Clark. A good way to bring in the last year of the decade. Another month’s worth of mental flotsam and jetsam in tweet-sized bites: "Am I supposed to just bottle up my rage?" Is there a market for bottled rage? Rage in a bottle – now sugar-free. At a store near you. This month’s flotsam and jetsam fresh from the shipwreck of my mind (in 140 characters or less): Don’t trust anyone who says, “We’re from outer space and we’re here to help you.” Like, who invited you anyway? This month’s detritus in 140 characters or less: Time to put pants on. I’ll get complaints if I don’t. Some who matter DO mind. This month’s randomness in 140 characters or less: mowed the lawn. The Grass Gestapo is off my ass for another week. |
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