I've been trying to figure out what to write.
It's not that I have nothing to say. Work has been not great and I have concerns about coming times. Songs from The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein have been swirling through my head even though I haven't listened to any of the songs since Saturday. And there are other things that could be considered interesting, but I doubt I'd share here anyway. Or there always my opinions on Joss Wheadon's new show, Dollhouse.
Mostly, it's that I don't want to put anything down, I think. Part of my hatred of March.
An odd thing happened yesterday, both my brother (well, one of them) and my mom wrote me e-mails at almost exactly the same time telling me to watch out for early birthday gifts in the mail. Strange. I think I know what the one my mom (parents) sent me is.
What else... I don't know.
I suppose that's it.
Hey! You don't "exactly" know what you're getting from me ...
ReplyDeleteI wrote, "I think I know what the one my mom (parents) sent me is."
ReplyDeleteNothing exactly about it.
Still, I'm pretty damned sure.
Happy early Birthday! Hope you have a great day.
ReplyDeleteWhat is she getting for you? I hope it's not the same thing...
ReplyDeleteWhen's your birthday? Inquiring minds want to know.
ReplyDeleteMatt -- Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAE -- She said it was book sized, and I doubt it's the same thing.
Geewits -- It's before Easter, this year, but after March.
Playing cryptic are we? Okay my turn:
ReplyDeleteIs it the same as my husband's?
Wadidya get? tell tell.
ReplyDeleteGeewits -- I doubt it.
ReplyDeleteJazz -- Nothing, yet.
Well, Geewits, I guess now we know it's the same day. Cool.
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