forgive the cliches. I'm really good in goody goody gum drops sense. NOT goody-goody, may I remind you?
And if I have to hear my sis on speaker phone some of it may get deflated. That's why I'm babbling in delirious happiness. You know, total madness-without-method-to-it, as they say.
Or as I say.
Happy February, of the thirteenth year of this millenium.
There's a lot of noise that even
I can't stand. The dog will not be lasting much longer...oh geez.
Rough days can still affect me (us).
thanks for the segment of the day of this calibre, account of online journaling.
ciao,
Rochelle