Tornado Part II

When I went to bed last night I realized I had more things swirling around than I had originally thought. In addition to everything else I mentioned, here’s more: a television commercial has had me Hostage for a few weeks now. Dreamy Johnny is all I can talk about these days. Guys, I swear I saw the BubbleGum version working at The Kinsale Friday night. I kid you not. I’m hung up on a tragedy that I don’t know how to put into sane words. All I want to do is spew fiery swears. Not good for the kids.  My husband’s work life has been turned upside down. Everything has him on pins and needles. The sad thing is, when he says he’s paranoid, he’s usually right. I tortured myself with B&N last night. Holding books, cracking them open to reveal the words and pictures inside has, become a passion. Remind me not to go in there again. At least not for awhile. I almost bought The Biggest Loser Cookbook but I just bought How to Crack an Egg and Everyday Mexican through The Good Cook. I’m still reading Happyness  and Booklust, but now I’ve added Here First.
Anyway…At some point I’ll capture the thoughts and kill them in print. Or. Maybe they’ll disappear on their own before I can get to them. I don’t know. So much to think about. For now, I have to get to work. My last Sunday. Something else to say.