Here’s all I have for this blog.
I am overwhelmed, friends. I can’t get my thoughts straight. Maybe it’s the Hashimotos. Maybe it’s the puppy. Could be the thought of the wine I will reward myself with after my tasks are done this gorgeous Saturday.
I love cleaning bathrooms when I’m stressed out and when I can’t connect the dots to my thoughts. It’s a dirty job that makes me feel accomplished and proud. If there were medals given out for clean toilets, I would win, but only when I don’t know what else to do with myself because of all of my TO-DO-LISTS and stomach butterflies. FYI – I love all butterflies except the ones that bombard my belly and tickle me nerves. FYI – I think the word “tickle” is weird.
Help me Rhonda. Help, help, me Rhonda. I can’t get around this brain fog. I am not going to even post a picture on this blog. I’m tired and need to scrub the toilet. Then I want some Goldfish Crackers to mix with my wine, but I don’t have any fish because I’m trying to give them up for Lent. Ha ha! Actually, I am trying to lay low on the carbs because of the freaking autoimmune crud, the Hashimotos.
I am gonna start with petting my puppy. Then I will try to build a snowman or website. There’s a chance in hell I will do either on this sunny July eve, so peace out. Shine on! Forgive my nerves and boring post, but I haven’t finished the one about my car battery dying at the Christmas Tree Shop and buying a new vehicle because of it.
I am not even gonna edit this crap, and I’m gonna publish it with the word “gonna.” This English teacher is off for the summer and is gonna pet a fur baby named Frankie.