I want to talk! And tell you about the THINGS! and the STUFF!!! And it's not like I have a shortage of material, because I don't, but I don't want to turn this into a blog about all the weird things my boys say about their, well, Best Friends.
And that's Best Friends in air quotes, if you didn't get that the first time.
So. I beg you. I beseech you. I plead with the dedication of a soon-to-be eight year-old who does not want to do her schoolwork before three in the afternoon.
Ask me something.
Did I start a story here that I did not finish? Have I mentioned something in passing that made you do the tilty-head-squinty-eye thing? Or is there something you just want me to tell you about?
Because I will tell you.
Except if it's one of those things I don't talk about here, in which case I will just tell you that, and possibly email you (supposing your email address is enabled in your commenting profile) later and tell you what you want to know, or part of what you want to know.
And yes. This is me asking you to help me write. Because I need to write something, anything, but my fingers caught the tongue-tied and it's powerful bad.