I found my sister's 'go to' black dress. MIA for longer than we can remember.
I'm pretty sure this will officially get me off of her hit list.
And, no, I'm not kidding. Lately, she wants to end me.
Secondly, I wish to tell you that I am a clean, clean person.
You could eat out of my toliets. I mean if you're freaky like that.
Closets and junk drawers do not fall under my must-be-clean-at-all-times umbrella.
They did before kids, but now, it's just a losing battle.
Think Monica from friends. Remember her mysterious closet full of crap-o-la?
Anal-retentive/OCD, but with a twist.
My dirty little secret is starting to make me feel crazy. Institutional crazy.
Something had to be done, and this is the start. Thanks to this.
I hope it snowballs from here.
Finally, will someone puh-lease help me find this elusive 'spell check' in the new editor.
Otherwise, I will resort to screen capturing my editor page and showing you all that it doesn't exist for me.
That, or I need glasses, or an entry level Computer class.
probably completely & utterly true.
I know nothing about computers. I had a party the day I learned how to enlarge my photos.
Punch, cake, the whole she-bang.
If you have a quick tip on the spelling situation shoot me an email or a comment.
And, as always, be patient with me...
I'm a constent work in progress.