Actually, I have plenty to say. Plenty! Could anyone ever doubt that?
But I can’t say it. Well, technically, I suppose I could say it, but it probably wouldn’t be prudent at this time. It would probably be in the best interest of key people (one of them being me, of course) for me to continue keeping my mouth shut and typing fingers still. Though I do have a sneaking suspicion, given the timing of certain goings on, that An Entity was banking on me blabbing and blabbing and blabbing. It would have given them a nice little “poster case” for Their Cause. Whatever the heck it is. I still haven’t figured that one out.
I also believe The Entity is probably reading my blog these days, though I don’t know for sure. If they are, however, I would just like to say this:
Thank you for your last email answering my last question. Interesting subject line; and I don’t believe you for a minute. I was believing you, or at least the goodness of your intentions, whatever they may be, for the most part, until that email. Load. Of. Crap. Now I really don’t know what to believe.
Just my opinion. But thank you for granting clearance to the lines of communication. *Snort*
In other, less cryptic goings on (and please don’t ask about the cryptic ones, because I can’t/won’t answer):
Caffeine withdrawal. Ugh! I’m weaning myself off the diet Dr. Pepper, because it is time. I’ve relied on it to get me through adoption stress and moving stress, and whatnot for far too long. I need to figure out how to fit regular exercise into my life instead, and I need to eat better. I am reaping the rewards of all this craptastic living and stress: three migraine episodes last week. Three! I can’t live that way, and I know regular exercise and careful eating help. Also working on eliminating stress factors from my life. Some I can’t, but others I can, so out they go. Bye-bye!
Anyway, the diet Dr. Pepper is gone, and I am now resorting to rationing the final can-and-a-half of diet Cherry Coke, which tastes like chemical laden chemicals. So if my posts sound all Victorian and bleak for the next few days, no, I’m not clinically depressed and my corset isn’t too tight, I’m just coming down and readjusting to life without artificial mood enhancers.
Now if someone could just throw my butt up on the treadmill and yell at me until I actually start moving, I’m sure I’ll be fine in a week. Or two. Just don’t blow any whistles, okay? Or my first move will be to lunge off the treadmill and strangle you with my bare hands. Withdrawal headaches, you know.
I am hosting a church book club tomorrow (Thursday) More about that on Friday.
Quinn now has 11 teeth. He is either working on number 12 or getting the cold his older sisters have, because oh my gosh! The boy is whiny today. Since he is currently chewing on my couch, I’m going with the teething theory.
My oldest two kids have hacking coughs that really, really aren’t helpful to be around when going through caffeine withdrawal and the resulting headaches. I know it’s not their fault they are coughing all over the place, but geeze! Can’t they go do it in their bedroom rather than right next to my ears?
I accidentally bought pink swim diapers decorated with the Little Mermaid. The only person in our family who wears swim diapers, of course, would be our youngest son, the couch chewer. McH is now worried he will grow up to wear a Utilikilt.
And George . . .