March 4th, 2008

Wordless 3.5.8

Front: The Boss, still-crapping-in-her-pants 3-1/2 year-old, way too smart for my own good, creative, imaginative, says, “How, ’bout that!” way to knowingly

Back: Trouble, short-fused, big hair, big smile, compassionate, says, “Come on, everybodeee!” way to cutely

Canine: 11-year-old pound puppy, recently discovered heart murmur, 10 pounds overweight, friendly (see above)

I’m not feeling as (can’t even think of the word now as I write) sarcastic and writerly as usual. I think it’s the 200 orders I have yet to ship out from being gone 1/2 of February.

Please submit ideas you’d like me to write about in the comments below. Maybe that will help…

Oh, Mama Oprah. Please give me some inspiration. And, yes, Mama Oprah, I know Mr. Tolle has taught us not to label ourselves and others, but right now, I don’t wanna think. I’m reverting back to my pre-New Earth ways for a few days.