JCK has an admission to make. She has succc....succcc....succumbed to the lure of TWITTER. Why? What was the groundbreaking moment that sent her over to the other side? JCK cannot fathom that IT moment. JCK cannot fathom much. JCK is suffering from some sickness, most probably picked up at one of her children's schools, or from TWITTER itself. JCK would be rageful, or at the very least annoyed by this, but at the moment, JCK is feeling too weak to do much of anything. Except TWEET and moan. TWEET and moan. Perhaps you'd like to come find her? At the very least you could hate her because she is on TWITTER, and she is obviously a NO GOOD, hypocritical, obviously TWITTER troubled, gal. Or, maybe say ...never, say never. And, leave it at that.
JCK is wondering just what it IS about good intentions, checklists, having an opening in one's schedule, (free time???), that brings about the perfect recipe for getting a virus. JCK is suffering from a stomach ailment that appears to be affecting her cognitive skills, as well. Hence, her decision, earlier this morning, to begin rearranging the layout of her right hand sidebar. Unfortunately, in the rearranging shuffle, JCK inadvertantly deleted her advertising. JCK is one smooth operator. JCK is currently in bed. But, before you get too excited, do know that the only sexy thing in site is her...sometime paramour, her red hot lap top. *sigh*
So, between bouts of running to the LOO and picking up/dropping off children at school, JCK is engaged in lying/sitting abed. Until moments ago, JCK was thinking clearly, but at this juncture...that remains debatable. And so, until further notice, JCK is over and out....
MOTHERSCRIBE moth•er n. “A woman who conceives, gives birth to, or raises and nurtures a child. A female parent of an animal. A woman who creates, originates, or founds something. A creative source; an origin." //scribe n. “A public clerk or secretary, especially in ancient times. A writer or journalist."