Wow, somebody really fucked with Mother Nature this winter.
Not that I'm complaining. I just am wondering if we will have to go to school into June, when we started in the middle of August this year so we'd get out in mid-May. I guess I AM complaining.
Well, once again, I've managed to squeeze in a couple, five hours in social networking today. Go me. Bad or good, remains to be seen.
(I just pictured haunting music cuing up, with a picture of a murder scene....she should have never met the psycho killer in real life...)
OK. It's not like that. I only network with people I know. Mostly teens. A couple adults, but all are fine, upstanding citizens.
So, could I have written my best selling novel on this snow day? Maybe. But, maybe this blog could be my best selling novel...wouldn't that be a gas...the product of over 300 days of sitting on my ass and waxing philosophic.
You can't blame a girl for dreaming on a snow day, now can you?
Ahhhhhh, nothing like a dream of residual income...so I can continue the lifestyle to which I've grown accustomed.
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