At Least It's Short

I have absolutely nothing to write about this morning. Can you even believe that?

No heavy thoughts, no inspiring thoughts, no funny thoughts. No nothing.

It's Sunday morning, we've had our pancakes (pear, banana, flax, oat, pecan, blueberry) and I have clothes on the line and there are more to hang in the washer and the chickens all appear to be fine and I've had plenty of coffee and I've watched a new Freddy movie which you, too, can watch HERE and it reminded me that I haven't been in a film in quite a while and I guess the boy doesn't love me any more or maybe that's not it at all, it's just that I've gotten old and fat. I mean, when he met me I was a young and spry 55 year old.
Oh, Freddy. I love you no matter what. You are a talented young-old soul.

So what else?

Same, same, same. But that is just fine with me.

Oh- the kohlrabi/potato thing was really good. Sort of an odd texture but delicious, nonetheless. And it goes without saying that the meatloaf was good. And the salad.

Oh god. I am so boring.

I guess I'll go weed. Or pick up more branches. Or both. I wonder if I'll break out in poison ivy.

My zinnias are about to bloom and I can't tell you how excited I am about that. There is NO irony at all in that statement.

Mr. Moon is next door helping our neighbors with a spray washer or something. Elvis is crowing. The sun is shining. It's not too hot.

Huffpost wants to know if I would get cosmetic surgery to fit into high heels.

Uh. No.

Guess I'll go put on my overalls. Perhaps something incredibly mindblowing will happen to me today and then I'll come back and tell you about it.
If so, I hope it doesn't involve a snake.

Love...Ms. Moon