Oh LOOK!!! A chicken!!!!!

It's a wonder I get anything done....
And in all honesty, it's a task to make sure 'stuff' is getting done.

Himself tells me it's gotten wayyyy worse in the past few years.
Himself also gives me grief and wants me to feel nutzo cuz then he'll feel better about HIS quirkiness......so do I think he's credible?! Absolutely not.
I do blame myself for that -- afterall, you can only hang around the barbershop for so long before YOU end up with a haircut, dontchaknow....
And I do like messin' with him.....

But honestly--I have the attention span of a flea. I just go hoppin' along from one thing to another--midstream I'm off and running on something else.

Do I mind that there's a broom on the patio?
Nope. I swept it--and promptly found the sidewalk chalk......and the bubblegun (which, by the way, won over sidewalk chalk for a second day in a row).....until I discovered I needed a sweatshirt--and maybe a candle cuz I thought I saw a bug.....so I grabbed the bug zapper thingy which required a trip to the kitchen for new batteries, which meant that I needed to grab something to drink while I was there......which meant that I had to move the limp and ucky rusty coloured lettuce that was in the way of my vitamin water with electrolytes and minerals.....which meant tossing the lettuce and deciding the trash needed to go out--which meant a new liner for the trashcan....which took me to the pantry where I discovered there were pickles next to the soups that simply didn't belong there.....oh....and since when did we have a package of bunny marshmallows--which led to the question I hollered down the stairs that got me the answer 'The bug's coming?'.......which reminded me that I needed to call the girl--which I promptly did.

"Ummmmmm......'what am I doing?'......well, that's a good question that I can't remember the answer to. I think I was gonna get something to drink maybe?"

Shoot.

I FORGOT TO MAKE BUBBLES!!!!!!

Rawrrrrrr!!!!!!