I shouldn't neglect this. But I do.

I have no excuse. None. I'm terrible. I accept it. Now, on to something more important...

I hate big spoons. It's true. I nearly lost my marbles the other day because my son fixed me a bowl of soup and expected me to eat with a big spoon. Looking back on it now, I see that I over reacted just a tad. I could have just gotten up and got my own spoon instead of lobbing it across the room shrieking about the evil ways of the big spoon. I apologized to my son. And to the dog.
I have been trying to be a little less crazy lately. It isn't working out too well for me. I have the brain waves of a goldfish I'm sure. I am so easily distracted I could be ADD....no H there. I'm too lazy to have the H. The only things that hold my attention longer than a minute are Facebook (yes, I'm addicted) and reading. I can get so caught up in a book that I forget to eat or sleep. Right now I'm reading the Outlander (Highlander) series by Diana Gabaldon again. I love her books. They make me want a Kilt wearing Highlander of my very own. The accent alone melts my bones, so if I ever do get to go to Scotland, I may never come back. Surely my husband would understand....maybe I can convince him to wear a kilt......nah, he could never pull off the accent.
Ok, I'm off to distract myself with something else. I've already bored myself to tears with this. Sorry.