An eloquent title, to be sure.
But, as it is, I am sitting in this room dealing with three different types of boogers, so it seems an appropriate beginning.
Booger #One. My littlest sister. She’s eleven.
Booger #Two. Justin Bieber is being a music video on the television she’s watching. Is that how you spell Bieber? Beiber? Meh.
Booger #Three. There is something crazy going on allergy-wise right now! Ever since the rains stopped, my allergies have been terrible. I can’t stop sneezing, rubbing my eyes, taking pain meds for my head. It’s difficult. Really rather frustrating. And it makes work difficult. It also makes me tired. Booger Three point Five, if you will. Because, you see, I have a two hour dance class tonight and I have to be there an hour early to take my sister to HER class. Huh. Booger Three point Five-Eight.
Well, now that I have made myself sound like an eight-year-old….
Becca Has Words 