I’m peeking back in to make sure we haven’t left anyone behind. What are you still doing here? You didn‘t believe me, did you?

Don’t you feel lonely? We’re all over at the new place sipping soda and chatting.

We won’t put you to sleep. Won’t you join us?

Sitting here in the dark all by yourself, you’re liable to grow fungus on your feet.

That’s right, you’ve got it now. See you there!

 First, I have to thank you for letting me hi-jack Fun Monday for a week! Thanx Guys! Then I need to thank AFF for inspiring such a fun topic. Thanx Girl!

So, I asked you guys to tattle on yourselves.

A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more.

I ran around all week asking my family what I do that is weird. Might I suggest never doing that? Boy did they come up with a list! I don’t think I’ll share them all. But here a few from their list.

• I have to fill my insulated cup (it has to be insulated) with ice and then soda. It has to be full of ice to the top first, over flowing even. After the ice is falling out of the cup I add the Diet Coke. Yes, Diet Coke (and Mocha Frappucino) is the only drink that ever crosses my lips. On the rare occasions I drink Milk (like once a year) it must have ice. And I never use a straw because it warms the liquid up too much.
• My food has to be hot hot hot, but that’s not the quirky thing. It must be a certain way on the plate. Like breakfast, eggs on the right, bacon on the hash browns (to keep them warm) and toast on the opposite side of the plate of me. I eat a bite of egg with a bite of bacon, then the hash browns and lastly the toast. There’s a method to any meal. Burgers and fries? Burger on the right and eaten first, fries on the left and eaten last. The big reason for this is that I love ll kinds of potatoes and don’t mind if they cool a little, hate meat so it must be as hot as possible, ketchup can be put in the spot left by the meat and then the dipping of fries is easiest.
• My ketchup must be room temperature or it will make the food cold.
• I will not eat any meat with “pink” in it. It must be well done, burnt even.
• I have to have, at a minimum, three pillows to sleep with. Two for under my head and at least one to hug. When at home I have two feather pillows for my head and a pillow on each side of me and one between my knees - yeah I sleep on my side.

• Ok, I had to add one more, it’s a good one, When I ask a question I always ask two questions. And the questions would have opposite answers if the person answered both. For instance, “Do you want to read a book? Or do you want to watch tv?” or “Should we go to the store? Should we stay home? Or I know we can go to the movie. Do you want to go to the movie? You’re probably too tired aren’t you?” or “I’m getting hungry, are you hungry? Oh no, you just ate an hour ago so you probably aren’t hungry. Are you?” I mostly do this with my husband and while writing it down it dawned on me that maybe I’m just carrying the conversation.

I think that’s enough quirkiness from me for one day. Run over and see how quirky our fellow bloggers are. Other people fessing up today are:

1. Anglophile Football Fanatic
2. Are we there yet mom?
3. Hulagirl at Heart
4. AOJ & the Lurchers
5. Return of the White Robin
6. Sayre Smiles
7. From the Planet of Janet
8. Small Reflections
9. The Dust Will Wait
10. Got Milk?
11. Finding Beauty in Most Every Day
12. Dungarees Ablaze
13. The Prytz Family
14. Ramblings by Reba
15. 1 Crazy Stitcher
16. Summit Musings
17. RDH Mom
18. Arkansas Songbird
19. Mama Speak
20. Gattina Writer Cramps
21. A Florida Journal
22. Wisconsin Candy
23. Robinella
24. Irish Coffeehouse
25. Susan's Musings
26. U R Olive (our lovely host next week)
27. Nekked Lizard Adventures
28. Min @ Mamadrama
29. Heather's Recipes
30. Hale Family Site
31. Hootin-Anni
32. Mama Rehema
33. Jo Beaufoix
34. Karisma and Kids
35. Crunchy Bits
36. Tiggerlane
37. La Vie en Rose
38. My Husband Calls Me Weird
39. Anecdotes, Antidotes and Anodes
40. Candid Karina
41. Happy at Home
42. Running at Large
43. Mamalang
44. Lady K
45. Beyond My Slab
46. Mariposa Tells
47. Heaven in Belgium
48. Stephanie @ Mamadrama
49. Things in General
50. Adam's Wife
51. The Junk Drawer

Now wait a minute, this can’t be, a post without photos?! No way. I had to edit and add a few.

My son’s quirk is washing off his rock collection.

Hope you’re keeping cool!

I don’t intend to sound mean, cranky, whatever but it’s a little annoying when the sounds of songs and clapping drift through the window above my tv. They’re about a block away, but I don’t know which house. I do know, this is a residential neighborhood with five churches within a mile of us. So I think it odd that “church” is being held in someone’s yard.

This past Wednesday, tired after our long journey and feeling more than a little cranky over it, I bitched and moaned. Yep, I did. Hubby got up to peek out the window and see if he could see where they were and as he pulled the drape aside it fell down upon his head with a loud KA-WHACK!

As he rolled around on the floor in agony, the words of their song wafted in.

Reign(Rain?) down upon my head

Hm, hmm, hm

The Ghost of the Holy Spirit

Raining down upon my head.

Hm,hmm . . .

That’s all I caught but it was enough to send me into cackles. Hubby didn’t believe me when I was relaying the words to him so we were silent and he heard it too.

Me - God smote you.

Him - Smote? Are you sure that’s a word?

Me - I think so. Yeah, like smite, hitting hard, etc

He pulled himself up off the floor and I went to the window

Him - If it falls on you too we’re going over there and joining them

Our Fun Monday hostess, Sauntering Soul, would like to know our dirty little secrets. How do we react to things, or people, who upset us. How are we jerks?

Well, I’m pretty passive aggressive. For the most part, things don’t get to me, but we are talking about when they do. I had to dig a little to come up with some things but here’s what I’ve got.

Waitresses bad service - I have been known to, on occasion, give my waitress tips on how to get better tips via a note on the check and a low tip. I only result to this if we have had the same crappy waitress several times so I know it’s not just a bad day. We tip very well and when I order a soda I probably want a refill or I would not pay the high cost of it in the first place.

Noisy people above us in a motel - My brain cannot handle repetitive noises, they drive me batty. And when on occasion we have had noisy people above us stomping, jumping on the bed and acting like they just purchased the entire motel, I have been known to thump back, even if I had to jump on my bed with a shoe on my hand in order to do so.

Which makes me think of those people in the movie theaters, the ones who think their ticket has bought them every seat around them and they kick my seat or put their feet on my seat, etc. I will begin to lean back as far as my seat will go, or sit up really tall so my head is in their way, or sometimes I just move to an area away from them.

Tailgaters - people who ride my butt, practically pushing me down the road. Yeah, I slow down to a safe speed about 5 mph under the speed limit and sometimes if I see their blinker turn on I will turn too.

Salespeople ringing our doorbell - I don’t answer. My kids always call before they come over so if I hear the doorbell ring and don’t know who it is, I don’t answer.

People who tell me I have to do something when I think it is my choice - I just don’t do it. For example, when the seatbelt law was passed, I stopped wearing my seatbelt because it ticked me off that I was told to. I do wear it now, but I rebelled for a while. Pretty much if I’m not given a choice, but am told, “You have to do this. . .”, I want to not do whatever it is.

I think I have spilled my guts enough, thank you very much. I hope to find that I am surrounded by people who can also be jerks from time to time. Leave me a comment, how are you a jerk?

So, have you seen Blogtations?  It reminds me a little of Post Secret.  Blogtations features blogger quotes.  One particular one has really struck a chord with me and has me boo-hooing amidst the a-chooing.

6:26 am - Of course I ran and grabbed the camera for you guys.

7:45 am - All the little birdies were out running around. My son thinks they were preparing for another winter.

7:50 am

9:23 am

9:26 am

9:30 am - Update for yesterday’s Fun Monday post on trails and paths. PS - Those last three photos (up there) were taken with the fisheye on the 5D body and it has a full frame sensor unlike our other cameras. So it looks really funky, doesn’t it?! I just felt the need to see the difference.

11:30 am - JoZe’s angel has a halo.

11:30 am - Cute duck is carrying quite a load. I think he’s saying, “Spring is here!” while all the other birds are migrating back south again.

Mother Nature likes teeter-totters. Saturday 30s, Sunday low 50s, Monday 30s. . .We had huge honking flakes flying until the afternoon and got a few inches. The ground was white when I went to sleep. Today we’re supposed to get back up to the 50s.

I know I have said it before, but I’ll say it again because I want you to feel sorry for me. I was an only child. I hated being an only child. It wasn’t just about always being alone, it was also being blamed for everything. If there was a mess in the living room, I was the guilty party. I mean, no one else played with my hot wheels so yep, I left them there. If there were dirty dishes in the sink, they must have been mine. Mom would never have left them there.

The other day, I was talking to my mom and I told her I was in the middle of house cleaning and had to get my messes cleaned up before Dennis got home. Seems that I always make a bigger mess before the room sparkles. I had pieces here and there. She said she finds herself doing that. She starts cleaning one room, then goes off in another room, when she comes back to the first room she wonders who made the mess. Since she’s alone (Dad‘s gone at work), she knows that she must have not have done that portion yet and that she left the mess.

Here’s where it gets interesting and I have to get this in writing and out there for the entire world to see because it was absolutely unbelievingly awesome to hear (and extremely rare). I wish I could have recorded it to play over and over.

My mother admitted that not everything is my fault, or was anyway. Can you believe it? Mom said she was wrong, not possibly wrong but probably wrong. In momspeak you know the difference between the two. Since she now finds messes she doesn’t remember leaving but knows she did leave, and she admits this happened a lot right after I moved out too, she thinks that I may have been wrongly accused many times. Imagine that! Sometimes, when I said, “I didn’t do it.” I really didn’t. I always knew that but it’s so cool to see that mom knows it too. Yay Mom!

My screams of anxiety could be heard worldwide when Fibi realized the chipmunks were beginning to awaken and chased one up the steps and almost into the door, over my bare feet!

Only my husband could hear my sighs of relief at having escaped the creepy, crawly, tiny, feet of a rodent scurrying across my feet and getting lost in our house. Imagine how that would have been. Much worse than the hummingbird getting trapped in our sunroom!

Why do I keep my toothbrush and hairbrush in the same drawer?! I always end up picking hair out of my toothbrush. Ewww!

How does my dog curl up into a ball with her tail touching her nose and not get a tickly, itchy nose? But if I lightly touch her ear hair she will shake her head like it tickles.

And why does my other dog have a hair fetish? He always demands to smell my hair when I get out of the bath, then rubs his face and snorts. I should smell good! He will do this to anyone sitting on his level. He places his paw on your shoulder and sniffs and roots around in your hair then he’s off rubbing his face and snorting on the floor. What the hell?!

Back to business, somebody (please tell me who) bestowed this Excellent award on me. It was a couple of weeks ago and I cannot remember who did it. Please tell me if it was you so I can linky love you. I’m old and forgetful. Yes, that’s my excuse!

I would like to pass it on to a few couple of people I know IRL who blog a little. They don’t update daily like us addicted people, but it always makes my heart flutter when I see a new entry in bloglines. Maybe we can entice them to post more frequently. That’s my plan anyway.

Gwyn is a storyteller and teacher, she loves birding and geocaching, she actually has two blogs:

Bird Brained Stories

Musings on Story and Life

Michele is a mommy blogger, her two little ones leave her little time to jump online:

Da Beers Clan  

That’s my entire list of blogging people I know, have had lunch with, hung out with, met their spouses, etc. Is that sad? Why do some entire families blog yet I cannot seem to get anyone else in my family hooked? What can I say to my mom, son, daughter. . . to convince them that blogging is a huge part of life they’re missing out on?

That's right, the World's Largest Badger and Squirrel!  Funny I thought I there would be a beaver there but anyway, we were brave enough to go behind the fence (for Joy, as I know she loves huge things).

I don't want to meet those claws in a dark alley.  Yes, we still have snow, I am beginning to think the ground will forever be white, but I think that I think that every year.  Maybe I think too much, you think?

I guess the log the squirrel is on isn't the biggest?  So where is the biggest log?  Anyone?  Bueller?

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Winters cause us to wear multiple layers of clothes. Hubby found it time-consuming to try to make a tinkle (he’ll love that wording).

It’s like trying to find the lost city of Atlantis.

It’s not that small.

Neither was Atlantis.

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While watching Poseidon.

Finally, I’m glad he died, he reminded me of Matt Dillion.

That was Matt Dillion.

When Swampy gave us our instructions to post something to do with the ABCs, I felt like I was playing the ABC game with my kids. You know the one where you take turns naming foods, animals, names, etc through the alphabet. It kept my kids entertained in many a restaurant while waiting for food.

When she left it wide open for topic I was lost for a while. I thought about doing National Parks visited (it‘s our goal to see them all), States visited, etc but I couldn’t come up with one for each letter so I broke it down even further. Below you will find a partial list of cities I have been to; I made sure to include Canada and Mexico and at least one city from each of the 33 states I’ve visited. Maybe I’ve been near you?

• A - Alba, Missouri
•      Ashland, Wisconsin
• B - Baton Rouge, Louisiana
•      Bethesda, Maryland
•      Biloxi, Mississippi
•      Brownsville, Texas
• C - Ciudaa Acuna, Coahuila, Mexico
•      Clearwater Beach, Florida
•      Chicago, Illinois
•      Corpus Christi, Texas (lived there)
•      Clinton, Kentucky
• D - Durango, Colorado
•      Dubuque, Iowa
•      Dallas, Texas
•      Devil’s Tower, Wyoming
• E - Estherville, Iowa
•      Escanaba, Michigan
•      Elyria, Ohio
• F - Flagstaff, Arizona
•      Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin
• G - Goshen, Indiana
•      Gardiner, Montana
•      Grove, Oklahoma
•      Galveston, Texas
• H - Hays, Kansas
•      Horseheads, New York
•      Hershey, Pennsylvania (yummy)
•      Houston, Texas
• I - Idaho Falls, Idaho
•      Indianapolis, Indiana
• J - Joplin, Missouri (raised in)
•     Jerome, Arizona
• K - Kelso, California
•      Kenosha, Wisconsin
• L - Little Rock, Arkansas
•      Las Vegas, Nevada
•      Lubbock, Texas
• M - Mobile, Alabama
•      Miami, Florida
•      Memphis, Tennessee
•      Moab, Utah
•      Marshfield, Wisconsin (lived there)
• N - Neosho, Missouri
•      Niagara Falls, New York
• O - Orlando, Florida
•      Omaha, Nebraska
•      Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
• P - Pensacola, Florida
•       Pueblo, Colorado
•       Presque Isle, Michigan
•       Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
•       Plover, Wisconsin (lived there)
• Q - Quincy, Illinois
• R - Red Wing, Minnesota
•      Rochester, Minnesota
•      Roswell, New Mexico
•      Rapid City, South Dakota
• S - Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
•      Sedona, Arizona
•      Salina, Kansas
•      Santa Fe, New Mexico
•      Sioux Falls, South Dakota
•      Salt Lake City, Utah
• T - Tucson, Arizona
•      Twentynine Palms, California
•      Tulsa, Oklahoma
•      Terlingua, Texas (awesome ghost town)
•      Thermopolis, Wyoming
• U - Union City, Tennessee
•      Uvalde, Texas
• V - Valparaiso, Indiana
•       Viroqua, Wisconsin
• W - Wichita, Kansas
•      Wabasha, Minnesota (Grumpy Old Men)
•      Webb City, Missouri (born in)
•      Wheeling, West Virginia
• X - x marks the spot of over 3000 geocaches done
• Y - Yorktown, Texas
•      Yellowstone, Wyoming
• Z - Zion Lodge, Utah

I look forward to visiting many more states as soon as the opportunity arises. If you feel like you need a photo see some of the Easter ones in yesterdays post. I think I need a nap now.

A few days ago I introduced you to Reese and. . .

. . .Kiwi. They are the newest additions to the mouse house. They also were more interested in trying to find a way out than getting their photos taken.

And it was long about here that I got a little nervous. Back story - Haden removed the mice from their container for me and stayed to mouse wrangle them while I shot. But, at this particular moment he was wrangling the miniature Doberman aka Reese when Kiwi decided to try to get down on the outside of the light box.

I tried to touch her, I really did. She held on to my finger and I screamed and shook and she jumped to the floor and ran under the dresser. Luckily, the bedroom door was already shut to keep Brodi away but I worried about a Kiwi lost in the house so I went to guard the door while Haden tried to get Kiwi from under the dresser. He was readjusting while I’m asking where Reese was and suddenly Kiwi popped around the dresser coming straight at me. I screamed and he scampered away.

A few seconds later, Haden said, “Cover your mouth so you don’t scream, she’s coming your way.” You will be very proud to know that I did cover my mouth and I even blocked her with my clothed arm until he could come and grab her. Then I took a nice hot shower. The things I do for you guys.

Nikki wants to reassure herself that we all are as weird as she is, so she asks us:

I don't know about you, but my family is great at creating strange words that only we know the meaning. Some were created when the kids were first learning to talk, others came about when our tongues were twisted and the word came out funny. Either way, the words stuck and we still use them in our daily conversations. What created words does your family use?! Please share the story behind the word if you remember. If you don't have a made up word then tell us about the unspoken way you communicate with someone. Do you and your significant other have a look that means "This party is boring, lets split" or do you have a look that your kids know means their butt is in serious trouble? Please share!! And a picture of the look would be very entertaining!

Are you listening? All week I have tried to remember, or pay attention to any odd words we use, and I have found we are very boring. I could come up with nothing. It might have been easier if I was able to, as my husband suggested, spend the week with my mom. (Hi Mom!) But as it stands I guess I will just say that my husband and I have this weird knack of reading each other’s minds. He has told me that when I’m ready to leave a gathering I touch his arm. I never even realized I did it until he pointed it out.

My middle son, Khristiaan, is the only one who can understand me when I talk without words. Like, say my mouth is full and Haden walks in and asks me where something is, I respond with, “Hm hm hmmm hm-mh”, said in different pitches of humming and Khris can translate, “It’s in the closet.” He’s the only one in this house that can decipher me and he’s extremely good at it.

There’s only one thing that really sticks out in my mind, aside from my hillbilly upbringing full of gotta, gonna, hafta, basically adding an “uh” to any word and slurring long words together (I love you Mom!). And I say, “I’m gonna hafta get some, ya wanna?” way too often, Dennis laughs at me, but he’s the king of, “Alls I’s sayin’”. Oh yeah, the little secret communication between hubby and I? Well, since very early in our relationship, when one of us gets snarky the other will sweetly say, “Honey. . .” and when the snarkster looks we nonchalantly show our finger. Yeah, you know which one, often at that precise moment we have an itch somewhere that only that finger can scratch. And in our messed up little world that finger represents, “I Love you! (You annoy the crap out of me, but I love you)” and the person who warranted the “finger” generally responds back with a verbal, “Well I love you too Honey” and the debate is ended.

Yeah, I admit it, the photos had nothing to do with the words, but what’s a post without photos? I think you’ve had enough of Lisa Land for today, I think you should mosey on over to some other Fun Mondayer’s and be sure and join up for next week.

PS -I've been messing with my site.  The Blogroll has just been moved to its own page. :)  You're still there or in the process of being put there.  You can find the link near the top of the sidebar.  Let me know if I need to change how I have you labeled, or take you off, or whatever, just talk to me. :)

Typically I can spend ages at that counter of cards, pouring over them until I find that perfect one; the one that sounds like I personally penned it for My Love. But, on this particular day, I had my son with me. That probably explains everything. There was a small section, so small that it could be easily overlooked, of Spanish cards. On the spur of the moment I thought I would grab one. As you know, Dennis was born in Honduras and speaks Spanish. I, on the other hand, was born in nowheresville Missouri and am doing good to have mastered English.

I picked one of the cards below the sign, “For husband” and giggled like the school girl I felt like as the scene played out in my head. What would he think? He knows I don’t know Spanish. I found it very humorous and had a great time holding on to my secret until the day - V Day.

The evening before I gave it to him, acting again on the spur of the moment I decided to translate (I use that word loosely) for him. You will soon realize why no one will ever hire me to be their interpreter.

Here is my translation, line for line:

For My Husband

Do you know why

My faithful lad

I have seen saguaros

With you

And it made me tranquil.

You make me tingle

With your natural aroma,

Deodorant is not necessary

I apologize for the platypus

Of a color

Of umber. . .

He does smell good and I have seen saguaros with him. I don’t know where there’s a platypus but. . .

Thank you

For marrying me

And considering me

For a donkey why

I love you tons!

Happy Saint Valentine’s Day!

Still, when I “read” the card that’s the translation I see. And I didn’t notice until later that the proper translation was on the back.

For My Husband

Knowing that you’re

Always by my side

Gives me a sense

Of security and peace.

You have a natural way

Of loving me,

Of knowing when I need

The assurance of your words

And the warmth of your embrace. . .

Thank you for being the kind

And loving husband you are.

I love you.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Somehow, my spur of the moment gave me the words I would have picked, unbeknownst to me. But I gave him humor too. Oh and the “runaway” comment is referring to one of the first cards he ever gave me about running away to a deserted island. In fact, I won a box of fruit roll-ups from Lookit! with “Runaway with me” printed on them during the blog give away thingamajobber.

I honestly love snow.  But it's about this time of year that I start itching for greener surroundings.  We have several inches of smashed snow (=ice) on our driveway and a couple of feet of snow in the yard.  The doggie yard has paths shoveled for them to walk and along the fence or they would be able walk right over the fence.  I'm kinda tired of the cold.  The sun teases us during the day and its rays bring warmth while the air chills the bones. 

The few warm days we have had, warm being about 35, have succeeded in reminding me of why I hate spring.  Sure spring brings warmer days but it also means puddles everywhere and ground so sopping wet that you sink to your knees.  And it lasts forever!  I wonder if we can skip spring and go straight to summer?

I told you guys that Dennis and I were on the road for a few days last week and I wanted to show you how "light" we travel. Now keep in mind this was for three nights, we would have taken the same amount for one night, can you imagine how much we need for a week or more?!

Now let’s look closer. Obviously, we each had a suitcase for clothes, 2 people = 2 bags. We each have a computer bag, 2 people = 3 computers, but only two bags. The bright pink bag was a new addition to hold all the stuff I normally am trying to stick in my pockets, like books, GPSr and the six-pack Diet Coke that is difficult to juggle. Our coats were on our bodies and our pockets were still full, with 3 cell phones and 2 PDAs, etc. . . Oh you’ll notice a couple of new additions to the rack, we were in Lake Geneva and had to browse the shops. We got some great truffles and popcorn from Constant Cravings and I got a pair of Minnetonka Clogs ~ they are so cute!  I'll have to show them later. . . 

So, that leaves three bags for camera equipment. We never leave home without it. So, nothing really happened, but we were prepared. We did take some photos of our friends’ kids. Dennis posted some of his and here a couple of mine.

Aren’t they cute! We’ll call them Fred and Ed to protect their identities. They’re pretty interesting kids. Their parents are from France and Fred was born in France but since he’s so little, 2 years old, he understands French and English. His mom says he speaks with an American accent and she kind of laughs because while Ed was born here(about 4 months ago), they will be returning to France and even though he is an American (dual citizenship) he will probably not sound American.

Fred was a little fish, wanting to swim the entire time we were there. I call him my little fishie now. He thought I was playing peekaboo each time I came out from the camera so I quickly learned to “click” while the camera was away from my face.

My little one year old grandson gave me a fun present for my birthday.  Yeah, I'm slow but I still want to show you the cute little hand he made me and the card he scribbled on for me with his mama's help.  Isn't he precious!

Sure.

He comes home, grabs me and we drive the 30 minutes to Barnes and Noble. I get four new paperbacks and some bookmarks. As we start to pull out of the parking lot, I say, “Thanx for the new books, honey!”

I know you like books and thought you might like some new ones.

After a few moments of silence, my brow furrowed, I quietly ask, “Are you leaving me?”

He rolls his eyes, laughingly, “No”

This may not sound like a funny exchange to you but there’s history there. When I first started dating him I was working at Home Depot, in the phone center and I read a lot of books in between phone calls. I was very scared of him leaving me and I would often joke, “Well if you leave, I still have my books.” Over the years, I have tried to release him from any obligations of sticking with me (kids, cancer. . . ) by occasionally reminding him that I would be ok, I still had my books. I may clean out closets and get rid of “treasures”, but my many heavy boxes of books have made it through every move.  No matter what life throws at me, I can lose myself in another world, I still have my books.

To my fellow motel mates:

I’m very sorry you did not have any hot water for your shower this morning. Please forgive me, but after having had a headache for 5+ days, and not having any humidifier with me, I used up all the hot water trying to be able to once again think clearly.

Look at it this way, you only spent >1 minute in the frigid shower this morning, so I just gave you 10+ minutes more to enjoy your day. In those saved minutes you can take a little extra time sipping your morning coffee, visiting with friends, whatever, those are your minutes, no longer wasted - You’re welcome.

Lovingly Signed,

Your slightly clearer thinking hot water hog

PS - We’ll only be here one more night.

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