The upside of a cold is the fantastic raspy voice
Do you ever have days when you think, "Gee, wouldn't it be great to have another blog that was just for The Crazy?" And, since we are talking about me, The Crazy would include faith stuff and occasionally some questionable mental health stuff and where those two things intersect. I think. I mean, I know this blog includes quite a bit of The Crazy already- I KNOW- but you know what I mean. Right?
Anyway, this is one of those days. I'm seriously considering it. Until I remember how much time I spend on THIS website.
And because all I can think of to post today are things that contain a bit more of The Crazy than normal, I'm going to go ahead and say, "Come back tomorrow!" Because maybe the weather won't be so gloomy and I won't feel so stuffed up and something funny will have happened and then we will have an appropriate topic to follow the fitted sheets wisdom. By the way, my mother cannot believe how many of you wanted to know how to do that. I mean, she did not SAY, "Don't those people have lives?" but she came really really close. She would also like you to know that she EXPECTS me to wear pajama pants and ratty hair. She has, after all, known me for a very long time.
Now. I shall sit down with my bowl of Hershey Kisses and look for a Christmas-themed movie on television.