Writer's Journal - Day Five

Last night, I thought I'd spend today writing about hauling my father to a medical appointment, but I'm really not in the right frame of mind for something that introspective and depressing.

Maybe, since it was the day for Hope & Change (i.e. the Inauguration), I should write something along those lines, but...Nah. Not in the mood.

So, what am I going to write about? Buying new underwear. Yep. It's a lofty topic by gum. You see, our washing machine is still out of commission. Kate has been finding it easier

[It was at that point that I realized I was just too danged tired to continue writing...sorry. Maybe if enough folks are kind enough to leave comments, I'll finish the underwear shopping story....*grin]

Writing Journal - Day 3

via Levi: tire guage = makeshift crack pipe

Last night the girls each had a friend sleepover. They were all finally asleep, after much giggling, by 12:30. Monkey Girl was awake by 7 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. Talk about some tired girls tonight. The sleepover, however, is not why this entry is so disjointed. Nope. It's because of the blasted weather. Last time I checked, the barometer was still dropping. Not that I needed to check; my head had already announced the weather change - quite strongly I might add.

Hot apple pie moonshine tastes just like my mother-in-law's yummy apple pie.

Rolling a 46 and taking out Captain Krakken on your first turn can really put a crimp in the GMs plans. :D