I used to have a sense of humor. Somewhere between 2014 and now it has left me. I turned around and it was gone. I have to have lost the darn thing because God love the little darling there's no way it could have run away I don't think. Of course over the past couple of years I have developed into a real nut case. I swear all I do is sit in front of a computer rattling off about something.
Don't get me wrong I stay away from politics, religion, and news topics for fear of bringing down the hammer of ire that people spout out if you don't agree with them. I have enough self made drama to deal with without having to fend off attackers who don't like how I might feel about something. Oh occasionally something does strike me in a way I can't ignore but that's not often.
I've also developed a bit of a mean streak. A friend has put in a garden and to say they sort of over estimated their needs, come on it's just the two human residents and they put in 200 tomato plants. Now she is pulling weeds, picking, canning, and doing all that goes with that and I'm thinking up more projects for her. That she still loves me is a miracle.
I've also become a bit of a maniacal monster. I swear if I don't get burned at the stake it will only be because I outran the mob that will be chasing me. My poor husband keeps trying to lose me at different places but I always find my way back home. Gina I believe is ready to have me committed but so far I've dodged that bullet. I'm thinking about catching a steamer to a unknown destination to preserve my body. I say my body because the brain is beyond help and is on life support. I'm only waiting for someone to come in and deliver last rights and I'm not Catholic.
In the middle of all the craziness I have to maintain some semblance of rational thought, hey I have grown daughter with children and you know what that means. I don't want to scar impressionable little minds to the point they end up like me. Oh hell that boat has sailed and I was at the helm. Poor little darlings will be my disciples of mayhem and carnage if I have anything to do with it. Let's face it grandchildren are your way of getting back at your children for all the crap they put you through. Hehe.
I guess I should go willingly to that lovely little padded room I've talked about before but I like fresh air. Doesn't someone somewhere have padded rooms with fresh air. You know maybe three padded walls and one completely open to the outside. Something with a view to a lovely white sand beach and lots of attractive male orderlies who will take really good care of me. Lovely little glasses of meds with little umbrellas in them. A nice little outside space with a hammock stretched out between two lovely palm trees. I don't think I'm asking for the moon am I?
Told you the brain was gone so if you are still reading this that's on you.
Right now I'm trying to regain my sense of humor. I s know the little bastard is hiding out somewhere. Just wait until I get a hold of it again. I will make it pay for it's disloyalty.