three days

Tuesday I left work early (5 p.m.) to get home in time to go look at the Fisher house with the bfil, DrBob, and a tired, cranky five-year-old.

Wednesday I left work middlin’ (7) and went straight from the train station to the building where I teach my English classes. Didn’t get home till 10.

Today I left work late – 8:00 late – and came home totally dizzy and strange and even more conversationally-challenged than usual.

Add sangría, stir a bit…

This is your brain on drugs… this is your brain with two strips of bacon and a side of toast…

fabble gleep.

Go read Kelly’s blog, she’s got some really cool stuff up lately. Come back when I’ve had time to floss my brain and introduce myself to the alarmingly self-sufficient little blondish boys who live here. And who haven’t seen their mama for three days.

Oh! And? If you haven’t already, go sponsor Monty in the blogathon, please? Because I really need to hear her do that Witch Doctor Song. Seriously. I need it.


Ooo eee, oo-ah-ah, ting, tang, walla walla bing-bang…


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