Sundays must be cursed, house news, nursing mode, and why I am not a dog breeder.
Yeah, that should cover it. One JennyK running on pure coffee only is not the most relaxing thing one can experience. And she talks too much. Random selection of this and that. I would like to explore the absurdity of being capable of creating more tiny little monsters than there are boobs available to feed them. seems unfair to me. But maybe some other time.
Until next time.
Week two this year. Another bad week. But, who decides what is bad? Hmm. I’m feeling good. The more I think about this diary and what I have to say, the more I have to say. That is to be expected. Grateful. Optimistic. yeah, I am. Funny. Who’d have thunk it?