This was one of those weekends that just did not go the way I had hoped. Plans got derailed, and the weather got nasty. My sister told me that my brother in law slipped and fell yesterday hurting his back, because of the icy weather we had.
Sort of a good thing for me that my plans were changed and I ended up not going anywhere this weekend when I hear things like that.
Well Mr. Scratchy, Herman, I hope that your weekend was running according to your plans. I imagine you tonight, reading this after an evening at work. Sitting there in a pair of track pants and a hooded sweater, maybe chewing on the string for the hood. Wearing those wire rimmed glasses I think you have, maybe a ginger ale beside you. Just cause you are craving something sweet.
I can imagine your back achy from work, and you having taken something for it, and are most likely yawning horribly while you read this.
And you're shaking your head as you read this thinking "how does she do this?" if I'm right that is, and if I'm not, then you're most likely rolling your eyes at me laughing to the computer. In which case you are saying "that's my girl. As weird as she is, that's my girl".
As always, Mr. Scratchy, I hope I made you smile tonight.
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