Losing My Mind And No Clue Where I Lost It

When, how, and why did I become my mom???? I keep losing things, I stop a sentence halfway through because I forgot where I was going with it, and I'm pretty much a space cadet. I just came to the computer to do something, but I'll be damned if I have a clue what the hell it was. So I ended up on Facebook, which led me to a new blog (Hello!!!! Ross!) that I want to add to my blog list, but I'll probably forget that by the time I finish this post. That managed to kill another 20 minutes that I'll never get back, but whatever 'cuz he's funny, and it reminded me that I had my OWN blog and maybe I should post.


I still have no idea how I got to my computer, but as I sit here with one leg shaved and the razor still sitting on my fireplace mantel (doesn't everyone shave in the living room??), I hope as one thought flitters away, maybe another will come back to me. Like where's the $20 I had this weekend and now can't find? Is my son already stealing from me? If so, which one? And how sad that would be 'cuz everyone here knows I carry NO cash, unless you can count the $5 in quarters Branden paid me the other day for Legos (and no, Legos do NOT cost $5, but I decided to give them to him at a discount since the remainder was coming in dimes, nickels, and pennies, and mostly pennies.)


Back to my theiving son....He (whichever HE he is) would have to stalk me and my wallet and my dirty clothes pockets all day, every day, on the random chance that I might have some cash on me. That would either be one really desperate (read: already addicted to meth, which is really going to suck if it's the 10-year-old!) or one really sneaky kid. Either way, I don't have time to find out 'cuz I really need to find out what I was coming in here for (right after I finish filing the nail that broke 3 hours ago and I just remembered to file it).

Doesn't it beautifully complement the colors in the picture?