Something about Someone.

I love this forum. I love these people. Rare, but sometimes I am thoroughly irritated. Sometimes it is more important to read than it is to write. I just got here, so to speak, and I had to read all of Curmudgeonly Lola. I cry, I laugh, I pull my hair. There's a little girl in Gainesville that chases alligators and I want to put her in time out. I'm calling her Mother. The Monkeys, Willow, how am I supposed to share? Who are you? The other day 'my friend' said....wait, this woman I know. Um, a blogger said----oh that is so not right. A blogger?? I read this blog and it said?? I am amazed, I am envious. I am so grateful. I want to pack up and sail around the world. I want to live in Malta and do Malaysian, Shrimp & Petroleum. I AM INSPIRED! So now I am on the hunt. I have a mission. I will read as much of all the blogs I know now, to try to get caught up and note who you love to read. You are my book. Who are you?

So the inspiration part is starting to ripple. I had to clean my desk yesterday. I was supposed to clean my desk yesterday.