The Post Wherein I Declare Craziness . . .

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I woke up today thinking it was Saturday.  I got out of bed and took Ollie into the hall where I heard the Hubby say "RedDog, where's your lunch?  We're getting behind schedule! You need to hustle!"  Huh?  I called downstairs, "Where are you guys going?".  The Hubby had to physically see my face to respond: "They're going to school.  We're about to read scriptures.  Are you joining us?" Wow.  I guess it's not Saturday yet.

I'm going to go ahead and blame yesterday for today.  Here's a snippet of what happened to make me cuckoo:

 I chopped off all of my hair.

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I left my house at 8:45 AM and did not return until 4:05 PM.

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I did not see my Ollie from 8:45 AM until 3:30 PM.

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I took one too  many allergy pills.

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My cell phone died a tragic and most certain death.

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I spent an hour at the doctor's office cursing the very existence of the urinary tract.

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I got locked out of my house.

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The extra allergy pill kicked in and I fell asleep for twenty minutes at around 6:00.

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I refused to cook dinner.

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I attended a meeting where I was given enough work to keep me at my computer for at least ten to twenty hours.

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I finished reading The Glass Castle and had strange dreams all night long.

So, since it is FRIDAY, I am going to go to lunch with a dear friend.  And then I'm going to come home and finish yesterday's laundry.  And then I'm going to finish a painting project.  And move an entire kitchen. And smooch all over a little bald fellow with a bruised head.

What are you doing today?