I so cannot give you a photo and title “Wordless Wednesday”. Let’s look at the facts, shall we?
Number A: I am the world’s worst photographer. I’m certain I could be certified if anyone wants to argue(plus, the photo above pretty much tells the tale)
Letter 2: I am not ever. Not on my best day. Never, unless I am unconscious. Wordless. I can talk about and with anyone and anything. Or vice versa. Take your pick.
I used to laugh when someone would complain about people that never shut up. Now, I are one. I might be prone to hyperbole, but I do like to talk and I do have opinions on everything. Even things I have never heard of. I can even make an argument about that of which I know nothing. My gifts are endless, aren’t they? I have often thought about a tongue piercing and hole in my upper lip where I could button it just to shut myself up.
It is officially HUMP DAY. Mid week in the very last week of February. Personally, I’m more than a bit happy to see it go. It has been dark, dreary and depressing. My birthday is in the very first part of the month and after that, it’s all downhill. My little brother died on February 25, 1990, Mom died on May 25, 2009. I plan on toasting them both tomorrow night with a glass of wine and then calling them the chickens they are for not being here to listen to my brilliant opinions and virtually limitless knowledge. I am not feeling melancholy. I need these reminders to keep me grounded. I do not wish them back. That is not how I roll. I just need to mark the dates as my little reminders why there are holes in my heart.
Grover spent yesterday at his cageless kennel for his playdate with the “kidz”. They adore him (or, pretend to, but we all know he is a fabulous dog, right?) and he has made good friends with the caregivers. He is not all that big on playing with the other dogs. He loves hanging with his peeps. Leaning on the college kids and soaking up the love. What a tough life he has. But, they are good to him and he can come and go and relieve himself when he needs to. I feel very guilty when he has to wait nine hours for my return. He is a trooper, though. I just want him to have fun, too. Am I spoiling him? Little Miss StinkyMcFartbutt stays home alone, but she is beginning to understand that when she leaves Grover alone at night, we won’t shut the door. What’s it been? Four months? What a quick study.
Have you all noticed a trend? I’m wordier. I used to use only about 200-250 words per post. Now, I’m way over 300. Let me know if you think I’m rambling too much. Of course, I don’t know if I can stop. This is therapeutic and besides, I like chatting. See the first paragraph if you question that. Also, I have noticed that fewer and fewer people are posting regularly anymore. I miss them. I think part of my blithering is that I miss my other blogfriends. Life gets in the way. I understand, but I don’t think my friends in blogland understand how much we enjoy sharing their lives. Do they think when it gets tough, we don’t care? WRONG! We all care. Some of us just do not know how to share that. Still, come back when you can, please??????
OK. Soundtrack time. I stumbled onto this video and was absolutely thrilled. I adore this song and the version is perfect. The Rolling Stones and “Play With Fire”
Have a wonderful Wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!