You know I hate to go all serious don't you? But things have been pretty serious 'round here lately. Over the weekend, my Grandma was in the hospital in bad shape (she's doing better now but she is still, and has been, a very sick lady). Anyway, I was with her the whole time because things were so unpredictable.
I wouldn't trade that for anything, but sadly, I missed my Julianna's birthday because of it. When I finally did make it home, I wasn't worth a flip because I'd only grabbed about 4 hours of sleep over the whole weekend.
Since that point I have been wracking my brain over something to blog about, however, my attempts have all turned out frighteningly lacking. I mean seriously, who really wants to hear about the fact that I've lost about 16 things in the last 4 days, and that losing things make me 700 kinds of crazy? Or that some random lady at my co-op flat told me off because I asked her how many of her FIFTEEN children were hers biologically?!
Do you really want to hear about that? Because, let me tell you, those are the things pummelling my brain right now, dying to get out. So you see, inside my head? It's not always nice in there. And I'm kinda dying to blow the dust off of, and get on up on ye old soapbox.
It's either that or a Meme. I know. I sure do hate to make things so rough on y'all. So you decide, Soapbox OR My Favorite Flavor of Jello.
Love ya tons,