Hmmm...what to do? What to do? My days are being taken over by writing! Never mind that I'm a seamstress, by trade. Who needs to get married anyhow? I need to write! I've taken to carrying my laptop to the shop with me. That signaled trouble in the first place. Why sew when I can roam the Blogs?

Well, my dear pixie friend Mimi wants the poopie story next, as an Animal Escapade. It was funny when it happened while we were IMing. But I don't know....if skating across my kitchen floor with a bare foot imbedded in a present from my delinquent dog, ramming my head into the refrigerator (that's how I ended the brown slide) and then hurriedly wiping my foot with a paper towel and spraying it with Fabreeze (love that stuff) because Mimi was still on IM, holding while I was getting another glass of ice tea....is funny now.

That run-on sentence has seventy-two words in it. That must be a new record! Poop...this is one hundred and ninety nine words that I could have used for NaNoWriMo! I just love saying that word...It reminds me of something Mork from Ork would have said. NaNu..NaNu!