Brain-dead and Verbose

Based on the advice from my brilliant husband, Chris, I decided to go ahead and move the content from my old blog to this one.

It’s been tedious.

My right eye has started twitching.

Unfortunately, I’m not delusional enough to add all the comments, which is ashame since most of the smart things are said by my readers.

But I have two observations:

1. I’m funny. I made myself laugh a couple of times skimming through old posts. No, I’m not funny all the time. But at least I make one person laugh. Me. And laughing is important to me.
2. I’m verbose. Someone needs to shut me up. A year and a half of blogging and 310 posts to show for it. What was Duran saying about quality over quantity?

Right now, I’m brain dead. I finished writing a Bible study due today, and my brain has left the building. I’d like to say it’s partying with Elvis and Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Hoffa, but I think it went to bed. One can’t be sure though. I need it to wake up because my afternoon lessons start soon.

To wake it up, I attempted to play Scrabble, a CD version I have. The CD intuited my braindeadedness so played for me.

I’m not kidding.

I started the game than watched it play my part and the computer’s part. I was brilliant. Over 400 points. Three times used all my letters. And in less than two minutes.

I should let the computer play more often.

Apparently, being me was more than it could take because it promptly froze.

I understand.