Mama, if you aren’t going to help me tonight, I’m out for the count!
Well, mama was supposed to help me piece together a blog tonight, but she has a deadline and has to meet it (whatever that means, I’ve never met Mr. Deadline, have you?) so I’m sort of curled up on the couch awaiting her services.
Ah, well, it’s a nice evening with a fire going and papa giving me rubs and I’ll just take a brief vacation until tomorrow.
All I know is, my lines went dead, that’s for sure…