sit down, fan on; stand up, fan on; lay down, fan on ... see the pattern?
my car's air conditioner is set at 68 degrees...yet still I glisten
if there really were as many sheep as I've counted when I can't sleep, there would be no room for people on our planet
up to 10--number of times I've put my coffee cup in microwave to re-heat it and found it hours later when cooking dinner
used to keep the catsup in the pantry...so why did I find it in the freezer?!?
my head has bruises, my shoulders have scratches, my pinky fingers have bumps from banging, and my little piggy toes are lucky they've not be knocked off--all of which continue colliding with the doorframes
expect "Hey Big Spender" to start playing any moment now..."stripping " has become a daily event
wore my shorts backwards to a friend's house, the market, the gas station and then DH asked if I had run into anyone while running my errands
exercise has increased--climbing the stairs, again and again--to get "it", never can remember what "it" is
missed the exit off the highway, again...I do know how to get home, I do know how to get home, I do know how to get home
picking things up; dropping them; picking things up; dropping them; picking things up, dropping them...another pattern
if there really were as many sheep as I've counted when I can't sleep, there would be no room for people on our planet
laughin' so I don't cry...
