and Purposeful Prose
It's not my fault. Andrew made me do it. (No, he didn't make me go insane.) He said that I need to get back to blogging. And not because he wants me out of his hair. He says that he would prefer to keep me all to himself but I need to write. As he [...]
The strangest things make me laugh… I'm listening to music in bed, Andrew yells from the living room, "Oh, by the way, you got me dill pickle chips." He wanted sour cream and onion. Me: I did? (laughing) Andrew: Yep! Oh boy…. My brain isn't with it, but at least I found it amusing. Ughhhhhhhh. [...]
Pippi's Poetry 