Fresh out of Words

I just had a beer. Foster's, if you want to know the brand. Sometimes you just need a beer. We had sloppy joe's and curly fries, so you see why a Chardonnay wouldn't do. Food is such an important part of life. So is wine. Beer is not an important part of life, but it's a comfort from time to time.

When I was in Washington, I had all these deep things to say, and lots of words saved up to spend on blogging. Here, I find that the phone rings off the hook, and I am talking all day. My words all get used up. Then I have nothing remotely amusing to tell you.
There are too many options here. For this evening, I could have gone to dinner with my mother and my cousin, or I could have gone to Julie's house, or I could have stayed home for Child care and guitar lessons. I stayed home. Tomorrow, I have a variety of children here, and kung fu lessons, and I am tired just thinking about it. This is why I do not blog more.

Jenine and I ran 3 miles today. It was very satisfying. I didn't want to do it, and I whined the whole way, but Jenine made me. She can be very persuasive. Now I am all proud of myself, like I had some discipline, or something. I didn't. I just was forced to obey Jenine. She's a good friend.

Now that I have told you all that I don't have to say, I am going to go put myself into bed. I love my bed. Have I told you about my bed? It's a King Sized Victorian Reproduction Monstrosity, and it's topped with a featherbed. It makes me very happy. I sink into it at night and it hugs me in. It's all fluffy and huge. And it is calling my name.