I’m whacked out. Like I seriously believe some should take away my blogging license for the next 6 weeks until my emotions start behaving normally (as in, what was normal to me) again. (Wouldn’t that be neato if ‘they’ actually did administer blogging licenses, and they were valid at family dinners and political meetings and discussions in general and people automatically respected your opinion because you have constructively expressed it on a regular basis? Just something to think about.)
I have started about 20 different entries… all of them involve me raving about some thing or another… appropriate word there is raving. I seriously have no idea if I am being passionate or just blabbering on and on about something somewhat intelligent because I am lacking that type of conversation with my 3 year old.
Needless to say, which I always end up saying anyway, I am going to try and refrain from anything that involves me being emotional. Basically, I am going to start writing about green envelopes. That seems to be the only thing that doesn’t set me off. However, I am now imagining a hysterical rant about the injustice of being a green envelope in a white envelope world.
I will probably be back to post pictures tonight… I have some more of my kids. And even though they make me cry, go figure, I need to share them with the world. Or, all my 10’s of readers anyway.
P.S. Did I mention I’m pregnant?