Well I’ve just been sitting here staring at this white space waiting for inspiration, but I got nothin. Lemme stare s’more.
Oh, okay, now I have dinner. Oof! Too hot. Hasta cool.
Where is my husband? Is he in traffic? Did he go to the store again? Has he fallen in love with the sight of his own face in a puddle? Oh my gosh, he just text me. He had to go to UPS for his parents and now he’s on his way. That’s nice. Do you think if I type in questions about other people, they’ll text me, too? Imagine the power.
I do believe that’s a jot thought, right there.