Oh my.
Well, we somehow made it to Friday. Can you believe it? And a whole two days with nothing to do is just a short eight hours away.
Apologies for ruining the Denise and Jenny Breakfast Extravaganza this morning. We stayed up a bit too late to get up earlier than we had to, and seriously, breakfast was one of the last things on my mind this morning. Sadly, breakfast is never the way to my heart, especially not if I have to eat it in the morning.
We all had a funny night staying up a bit too late only to realize that I have no clue about popular music any more, spending time with a boy much too young for any of us, more How I Met Your Mother. (Barney on TPIR is classic!) and again, showing off my impressive cooking skills. (I was mostly looking for an opportunity to wear my apron.)
We watched the Top 40 Music Videos of 2007, and I will save you two hours of your life and just tell all of you that Fergie was number one. But during the countdown I would say I only knew about half the songs and/or bands presented. What happened? When did popular music and I have a falling out? I guess with my ipod and me being such good friends, there has really never been a need to listen to the radio. But from what I saw last night, there wasn’t much of a need to stay caught up with current music, it seems to be all made for 12 year old emo girls.
Just a short one today.
Realizing that:
“I need thee every hour”, that was two years ago today. Oh wow! I still wish I had kept the note to show everyone, but I had to get rid of it, I felt more than ill every time I looked at it. I should just be grateful for it, that is how me and Flick really bonded.
Looking forward:
To the destructive end one of my favourite knickknacks. Whoever thought that this is how it would all end?
Wondering how:
It actually worked, and how much effort was actually exerted? Although, I am not really wanting to focus on the logistics of the matter.
Remembering that:
My fingerprints are all over everything. It will be too hard to get rid of all the evidence.
Thankful for:
Dodging the bullet. But wishing one day to be hit with the right one.
Thinking that:
I might be a bit of a handful, even for myself
Thanks to God for all that I have, it really is more than anyone should ever need.
1 comment:
Your blog makes very little sense. I have read the last few posts, and I have no idea what you are talking about. There is no way anyone has any idea what you are talking about. This blog should be renamed "Innuendos and Inside Jokes". Seriously. Get one of those locking diaries from the dollar store, it would be more worth your time.
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