I set this one up just as I was entering a really low point in my life. On a happiness scale of 1 - 10 (with 10 being supercalifragalisticexpealidocious, and me normally falling around an 8 b/c I'm usually stuck in my own head happily dreaming up stuff to do, which, if I were actually doing them, would bump me up to a 9 or 10 easy) I'd say I was camping out around -2 on a regular basis. Mary Poppins I am not, but I could have used a spoonful of sugar or three.
Ick. Over it I say!
Could I keep going with this blog? Maybe, but no. It was a practice run on a rainy day with a near-permanent stitch in my side.
Cheeves, pull 'round the car . . . we're blowin' this popsicle stand . . .
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