It’s been a week since I’ve blogged, which needs to never happen again, since writing is cheaper than therapy. I’ve been short on time, but not on topics, like my husband’s new love for argyle, my sister putting her purse on the pumpkin pie, and the sweaters in my closet that are now missing the ties which wrap around the waist. I’ll tell you what they’re being used for later.
Turkey Day and those that followed have been crazy, and other tasks like showering, picking up my dry-cleaning that I dropped off three weeks ago, (was that ME that asked for next-day service?), and plucking a few more gray hairs that seem to sprout at the worst times have taken priority.