Why, that's the sound of my brain shorting out, is all. No need to be alarmed. Maybe I dragged the kids to the ped for shots to update the form for daycare and then left without the form; maybe I can't remember what day it is. If you squint real hard, you can still make out a greenish form the approximate shape of Uncle Jesse and maybe Bob Saget. Yeah, all that's left in my head are reruns of Full House. Not least because I wonder what that townhouse would cost today.
House things, dad things, blah blah blah. I'll write when I have anything to report.
Hang in there... and we stopped watching Full House when the whining came through the tv screen and into my children.
Posted by: Jill | November 11, 2009 at 08:53 AM
Oh, please write, even if you have nothing to report.
Posted by: dawn | November 12, 2009 at 09:04 PM
Dang, you are scaring me.
I think you've articulated one of my unconscious fears: My brain will go but there will be a few fragments and those fragments will be the contents of a People Magazine I read in 1987.
Posted by: ozma | November 14, 2009 at 02:22 AM