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How did I get to be forty-one without knowing all that? Study carefully, Young Grasshopper. You may need this information sooner than you think.
So, my deadline still looms. I have three great ideas, but no actual words strung together like pearls or even like popcorn strands, the kind you hang on your tree at Christmas. I did send back a cheery email: "I'll have everything to you by midnight!"
I've just made my daughter cry because she won't stop asking me to blow up spit-slimed balloons. Pardon me while I go tend to the angst of a 3-year old.
Okay. I'm back. I am never going to earn my Mother of the Year tiara at this rate.
See you when I finish my assignment. Or when I get back from Tahiti, whichever comes first.
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