Confessions
I dare not post these tonight - for fear of looking shallow, churlish, ungrateful, bitter and vindictive - until Bec fills me in on what the hell is going on in her world.
![]() It's not a typo, it's ironic. The thoughts, rants and deep insights of two tired, cranky and retail-deprived working mothers to five kids and a baby. GlamorouseSunday, April 30, 2006 |
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Aw, Kim; Soft Hugs to you from across the world. I have noticed that, for me; the boogeymen creep into my skull at nighttime and every problem I have grows to astronomical proportions. I too feel shallow, churlish, ungrateful, bitter and vindictive at these times and am glad I feel too selfish to share and post at then.
I hope things look better soon. And that you've heard from Bec.
um, yeah.
me too.
and me.
Me as well...
Vickee I'm afraid it doesn't take night time for boogetmen to creep into my skull or make my problems grow astronomically. I drafted this post on Saturday mid-morning.
Tragic I know.
Where is Bec and what is she up to?
Read the Drafts, Miss Kim, should answer most of your questions. And will be posted probably Wednesday.
The bogey man is probably worse than the reality.
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