Sometimes I have to ask you all to help decide what the heck I should post. “It’s all up here”, is what I like to say pointing to my head. Can any of you read my thoughts yet, because that would sure save me a lot of time typing and taking photos.I could tell you about this little gem. Actually, it’s not so little, it’s a lot bigger than my house. My house is little.
How to make vanilla.
How I’m recovering two chairs that I dug out of a dumpser.
How I’m trying to avoid painting my floors.
How my mom won’t stop nagging me to get the floors done.
How to write a blog post by not really blogging about anything.
How to how to how to.
How now brown cow.
How ’bout you stick it.
How’s yo mamma and yo pappa and yo little baby bro?
Anything sound interesting? Anything at all? No? Yes? I’ll sit right here until you tell me. Did I mention my mom is on her way over? Just as I see her pull into the drive I’m going to rush around and act busy, like I’ve been working for hours. It’s a skill I learned at a very young age. Please don’t tell my mom.