What’s your phone number? Go ahead, type it out in a comment. No? Why not? What’s that, you say? You don’t want strangers in a public internet forum knowing your number?
I don’t make a lot of trips to the mall (not a shopper), but I had to get something there recently. As I sauntered from Panera Bread to JC Penney, I found myself in the land of zombies!
When I first started this blog, I did a series in January and February of 2012 about why I don’t fit into society. It turned out to be three different reasons, and three blog posts about why I’m a freak.
Recently, I discovered another reason why I’m a freak, and I know just about everyone will agree.
<(48-year-old me being a freak)
Over the weekend, our power went out for a few hours.
Yikes, keep the doors and windows sealed tight to hold in the last shot of a/c. It is August in Florida, after all.
My husband and I had just finished a few chores and were sitting on the sofa discussing the remaining to-do-list when it happened.