No Frontsies Backsies
Ive spent today composing blog posts, which of course means that i dont remember anything pithy or clever or deep that i wanted to say.
I remember wanting to write a post about the things I remember as a kid. Like Natalie trying to teach me to roller skate or Melisa faking a dentist appointment for both of us when our parents were out of town to get us out of school.
One wondering what Voldemort will think about the fact he was born in Alaska, and spent a year living with the natives in a fishing village. When he wonder about his babysitter and her baby, the little girl he spends almost every day with? Will he wonder about me living there, if he ever hears me bitching about snow?
One telling the ‘verse about the weird dreams Ive been having, that Im pretty sure are related to the stomach bug that slayed me – one where I had antlers, and one with oragimi horses – not horses made of paper, mind, but horses that you could FOLD and ARRANGE.
One all about the horror that is having the stomach flu while dealing with an almost seven month old who has the stomach flu.
One about my laundry, which was directly related to the stomach flu post, and should probably be incorporated into that one to save time.
One about the song we sing to Griffin ALL THE TIME. Which is from this video:
And that, folks, wraps up another pointless post from me.