Ain’t you one popular mother… “Shut your mouth!”

Gotta love those emails from social networks, telling you X number of people searched for you this week. Like you, specifically. It’s funny when you think about it, though I suspect most don’t. In fact I suppose it’s one’s tendency to believe it on instinct, so I see how it’s an effective hook to draw you in.

I know better though. Ain’t no one searching for me.

Not yet anyway.

Poor thing, what I’ve put her through. She’s a trooper alright.

History repeats

Everything Matters

If everything is matter, then everything matters

Looks like Cathi’s Crochet Corner is on the chopping block

I am immersed in a gripping tale, about a public radio station whose pledge drive never meets their hourly goal.

“Aw man, we almost got it.”
“Again!”