What does not compute? Me! Tonight. Or blog. Much. I'm just too darn tired and every thought has been sucked from my brain. If someone was to decide to do an MRI of my brain tonight, they might think they had obtained an MRI of a raisin. Or Silly Putty. Or bubblegum, as Darlene suggested to me last night--but in a nice way.
And can someone explain how I've managed to post 32 times in February when I pretty much just post once a day and today's the 27th? I guess I must have had a lot to say before. Hopefully that makes up for having nothing to say tonight. I guess if you want to read something more from me, you can go back and see if you missed anything.
And just to make sure no one's terribly disappointed at having stopped by and gotten nothing for their efforts, well a number of you were clammoring for a photo of me awhile back, and after a great deal of careful thought and consideration, I figured I'd oblige.