I am often picking up groceries, weeds, or my nose when a brilliant thought crosses my mind. I have been meaning to write these things down somewhere so I thought I would start today.
Most of my thoughts are so brilliant, I never vocalize them to anyone for fear of retribution. My kids are too young to talk to and the last thing Carin wants to talk about is the economy or politics. Since my daily contact with my circle of friends is more like a dot at this point in my life, I thought I would offer a place for the outsider to see how muddled this brain of mind becomes during the day.