Randomness

I’m feeling very miscellaneous today. You know, as opposed to most other days, when I feel absolutely focused, full of purpose, and clear-minded.

It rained a little last night. I just ate wheat toast with blackberry jam. I own eleven black turtleneck sweaters. I wonder how my cousin Pat is doing? I haven’t started packing for my California trip yet. I’m making cinnamon rolls today. My husband needs a haircut. My jeans feel tight.

On that note, I forgot to order the sandwiches for our Bunco group tonight - some folks will have to eat salad. And if that weren’t enough, I’m a Libra. Not that that matters, because I don’t subscribe to the principles of astrology.

And besides, I hate doing the Stairmaster. And I’m not going to do it any more. But it’s a good thing there’s an Andy Griffith marathon on TV today, because I need to change about thirty lightbulbs in my house. To top it all off, my dad was a World War II vet. And the Dow is down 220.

I KNEW there was a reason I preferred red onions to white!

See? I told you. Oh, don’t worry. There’s more.

I’m such a troublemaker. But doesn’t Anjolena Jolie have the nicest smile?

We’re having a rip-roaring good time. I think.

But one thing I do know: I don’t like deer hunting. Not that I’ve ever been deer hunting. But if I did, I know I wouldn’t like it. Why? Because I majored in telecommunications. That’s why.