This is my first Blog. I have no idea why I need one, but I don't need a phone either as far as I am concerned. I now have both. I sometimes wonder why people confess to random strangers, things they won't tell friends and family. This feels much like that. Nobody cares what I have to say because I am the longest winded typer in the universe. I am a writer. LOL, no I am not going to be famous. Fame would take away from suffering, or cause more, but writers must suffer.
I should be cleaning house. My dear Mother will soon be here, and I am sitting here learning to blog instead of attending to her comfort. I am a horrible child of 4t-ish. Shhhhh. I am pretending, and if I do it too loud, my son will give me an exact figure. He is a math whiz. Lets just say I am older than rocks.....which is older than dirt. Lava would be my age.
So my house will be trashed for Thanksgiving. My son is not a whiz at cleaning, the opposite actually. Now my company is here. Have a nice day.......
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