Do you ever have days where you seem to never ever stop, and your brain seems to never ever stop?
Today is one of those days.
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Sorry, I left the computer to get the cookies out of the oven (1 C. Peanut Butter, 1 C. Sugar, 1 egg. 350 degrees, nine minutes: by all accounts, amaze balls) and I forgot my train of thought.
Oh! That’s right.
Silly me. I was going to write down my train of thought for posterity’s sake.
Then I lost my train of thought about my train of thought which, in and of itself, sounds like a brainwreck.
Here’s my present brainwreck, filed neatly away for future generations to scoff at… “so cute how she thought she was busy…”
[I typed out an ENTIRE brainwreck here that detailed my thoughts on buying a milk cow, why I don’t sniff wet paper towels I find on my carpet, and how going gluten free is about as much fun as watching Caillou while I’m PMSing. And then an evil force -probably related to the cold I had last week -came and erased it ALL, and now my piano lesson is here after which I have a piano lesson after which I have a flute lesson after which I have dinner after which I have meetings after which I’m going to die. That’s all.]
But at least I have my Hulk tatt.
Ugh. I HATE it when that happens. But I’m still really glad you shared.