My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
jescordwaineratgmail.com
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Twenty Four Hours Ago,,,
...I left for work. I arrived home thirty minutes ago.
I feel your pain. Have a good sleep.
ReplyDeleteI'm not caught up, since I had to go in yesterday, and today, but I did get some good sleep.
DeleteBTDT - glad you survived. One of the few 'privileges' of being disabillity retired is that I don't have to do that any more!
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't be so bad, if it was a rare occurrence, but this is the second week of killer days and nights.
DeleteExplains the dearth of posting.
ReplyDeleteSlacker.
Guilty, as charged.
DeleteYou're really not married, are you?
ReplyDeleteLMAO! Best. Comment. Evah
DeleteTwenty nine years. My wife is a saint.
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