Yes, I am sitting here dripping.
Sorry to harp on about weather but it is hard to think of anything else.
I can feel sweat running down between my breasts.
And down my back.
Well, I HOPE it is sweat trickling down my back.
And not some sort of creepy crawly.
Attracted by the salt.
Nah….any insect on my body right now would drown.
I have noticed a few new visitors to my blog.
Ones who have pressed the like button.
I can’t reciprocate as the link goes straight to their avatar.
Judy and Lisa Newman…if you are reading this please send me a link to your posts.
Spam mail seems to have taken a festive break too.
I have only received one in the last few days.
Tomorrow is my elder daughter’s birthday.
She is turning 46.
Where have all the years gone?
I don’t feel as if I have a kid who is nearing 50.
Good Lord what a thought.
Let’s not talk about the grandson who will be 22 in April.
Yes, let’s not talk about him.
In fact, I am not going to talk about anything now.
I am going to lie on the bed.
With the fan blowing on my fanny.