Holy Cow~~I just happened to drop in here on my way to somewhere else and noticed I haven’t written anything since, like, whenever? Is that possible? Well, Yeah…..Doh!
[Caution: Heavily Medicated] Hmmmm, that must be it.
Then of course, I also have no idea what to write about. I ran head-on into a writing wall. It really hurt, too. Owww. Unfortunately, it didn’t jar anything loose so I guess my head is just plain empty. What’s a girl to do?
Well, Let’s see. I could design some kind of sandwich, catch a pickle in the jar, throw some chips on a paper plate — and watch my soap opera. Don’t need no brains to watch that, fer sure. Hah.
Kathie is going to flip~~ when I tell this story, but I can’t resist. A few years ago she had this picture on her blogpage where she is swimming naked. She wonders: “If I put that picture on this client’s site instead of a classic car, would anyone notice”? Well, of course not!…..*snicker*
Anyyyway, for some bizarre reason I flashed back to one of those “kodak moments” when Kitty was, oh, about 18 mos. old. I had her in “training pants”, and it was kind of an on again, off again process. One day I heard…..nothing……from her bedroom where she was playing. Total quiet. Every mother knows. This is not normal.
I went in and she wasn’t there, just hiding behind the door. I asked her if she did poopie in her pants. She solemnly shook her head *no*, but unfortunately, the big wad in her “training pants” made them sag almost to the floor with its weight, so she was definitely busted. Now isn’t that just the most adorable story?
Sorry, just couldn’t help myself. I thought this picture of my grizzly-bear biker son-in-law and Nola (his granddaughter, my great-granddaughter) wouldn’t take up much room, and I really like the picture. What the heck. I will leave the story of the poopie incident to be told to Nola by her grandmother herself. (*Grandma* being the poopy-pants child mentioned above)