When I sat down in front of my computer, not five minutes ago, I knew what I was going to write about. In those last five minutes, I have ordered Chinese food (because I have no willpower) and watched John fly his flying Batman around the room (Batman is wearing a harness with two horizontal propellers over his head). John is trying to get Batman to land on my head, and I am threatening bodily harm to him (John) if Batman’s proprellers get stuck in my hair. This is all happening RIGHT now, AS I’m typing, and I have NO idea what I planned to write about five minutes ago.
I hope it wasn’t something brilliant.
momma betty
Behave, children! Don’t make me come over there and separate you two!