Wherein I stop communicating in paragraphs.

I’ve nothing to say. I think I have gotten to the point where I understand why people twitter. This is what we have been reduced to as a society…? Even with everyday life, it’s one-liners. It’s a good thing I have witty ones, but dude. I’m wearing thin.

For example. Today I was asked if I had anything to say in a meeting. I said, “Um, well…Um.” And I had some shit to say. I can always pull stuff out and put it on the table. It’s a talent. But, no.

Another example. When a preg niece explained the last few weeks are a time for “practice contractions” and, “this is how we do it,” I repeated that with a jig and sang, This Is How We Do It.

Another self indentity term.

Recent email exchange with a niece -

Niece: Have you ever heard of the term “crunchy” when referring to a person?  As in granola?

Me: Indeed. That is often how I refer to granola (as). Example - ”I was raised in Northern California, therefore I am crunchy, and for that I am grateful.”

They Hate Me

I left them under terrific semi-professional cat care for 4 days and 3 nights to go to another state for work. Another state as in Oregon rather than altered by too much coffee. If nobody hears from me tomorrow, these bitches have killed me during the night. After they talked to Charlie and discovered his kennel care situation, they still think they got the bad part of the deal. Cats. It’s never enough. I give and I give.