That's how I feel on this gloriously QUIET Sunday night (compared to all day today) as I'm typing this little love note to all of you, my most favorite of readers. I know you've just cleared out your blog feeds over the weekend if you're anything like me, and you might be reading this on Wednesday, Friday, or even next Sunday. It feels cool to know that in writing this, I am writing to the you in the future.
Wow, that made very little sense. Whatever. My day off this week wasn't an actual day off, so I can not be held liable for what is said in this space this week. I just can't.
Right now, I'm listening to the Comcast OnDemand Holiday channel, and one of their little trivia facts says that only female reindeer have antlers in the winter. This challenges my entire notion of horned animals, because usually it's the males that keep their antlers so that they can fight for dominance. I have a lot of snarky, inappropriate comments I could segue into here, but perhaps we should keep it classy. It's still early in the week (or the weekly blog feed list. I don't judge).
Oh old school Christmas movies... were you trying to give us some gender identity riddles with your depiction of Rudolph? Because now I'm questioning everything I thought I knew about the Island of Misfit toys.
I feel like I might have just bent my rule about not making an inappropriate comment. Oops.
Speaking of things that make you say oops... Beans. As I write this, I have officially told Ammon he can't be around me. Earlier today I told him the same thing, but because I was frustrated, and we both really needed to be able to be productive. Oh no. This time, it's because I made the mistake of eating beans at two meals in a row. If that isn't an oops moment, I don't know what is.
I seriously feel my train of thought going nowhere good. I think we should probably wrap this up, this missive I am writing to future you. I'm hoping it finds you well, no matter what day it is.