Thanks Unnamed Guy

I am not allowed to divulge the name of the guy who made the crack that broke me outta my wicked funk.  I am supposed to forget where I got what I got.  Okayee.

What I have here is a "curser."  Nope I didn't misspell it, it's a cursor that spouts profane words while you wait for whatever is gonna happen to happen.  It spouts the words I am actually thinking.  Four of them.  I replaced my windows hourglasses with it.  Think how many times you see an hourglass when you are at the computer, or whatever you have replaced the hourglasses with.  That's how many times I have been getting a grin.

What happened to widen the crack and really let me out was some really good loving.  Yeah, well, ok not in person, but still!  That kinda attention at just the right time from just the right person can do a world of good.

I am not thinking profound thoughts today, so no long entry.  Kids screwed up naptime, so I didn't get any work done.  Will make something of ground turkey for supper.

I have a pencil in my hair.  Sometimes I don't have any hair thingies handy when I get too warm, so I grab a pencil or a chopstick or a crayon or something and twist the hair and stick it in.  Works nice.