I’m in my favorite Blogging attire: fleece pajama pants, loose t-shirt, no bra, fuzzy socks, slippers and my headset playing some Jackson Browne. Life doesn’t get better than this, not for me.
One of the ladies pointed out that I say this certain phrase constantly whenever I am talking. She was doing it in a kind way and just making me aware of it. I have been saying it for so long, why hadn’t anyone else ever told me. She would touch her nose every time I said it; I’m surprised her nose didn’t fall off by the end of the day. I know I have your curiosity peeked, “what is the phrase.” I told her that when I “write” that “phrase” never appears. “What do you think that means,” she asks.