Ten Things. Or Maybe Twelve…Or Thirteen.

Here’s the deal.

My poor little blonde brain is fried.

And this is what goes through a fried brain.

1. I can’t find my car keys.  I borrowed Wrangler’s set, but…eventually he is gonna want them back.
    The truth is….he doesn’t know that I lost mine, OR, that I borrowed his.

2. I haven’t even looked for the lost keys. I’m afraid to empty my purse.

3. It’s wheat harvest in our community, and I don’t know if I’m coming…or going.

4. My pants keep getting tighter…this really confuses me.

5. Wranglers says a lot of things confuse me.

6. I wore my hair in a ponytail and baseball cap everyday this week.  I hope what they say about     
    balding and caps isn’t true.

7. Our grocery store had only two heads of lettuce yesterday…this confuses me.

8. Recently I tried to lose ten pounds.  Instead, I gained three…and, this confuses me.

9. I love living in the country.  But I think I want to become a hippy and live on the beach.

10. I almost bought a Harley Davidson two weeks ago.  It’s on my bucket list.

11. Ok.  I know I said ten things.  But this is good therapy.  And…I’m on a roll.

12.  It’s quite possible that getting closer to my fiftieth birthday is making me a little off in the head.
       Like, I’m not firing on all cylinders.

13.  Ok.  I’ll stop.



                                                                       THE END.


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