What's A Girl To Write?

I'm sitting at the computer...fingers stroking the keyboard... staring at a blank page that begs to be filled.

Buuuuuuut. I'm drawing a blank.

I suppose that I could write about spending two evenings in the dark, dank, mudfilled underbelly of my parent's house trying to save the litter of puppies trapped there. I could tell you about Katie and Dee having to crawl on their bellies through the labrynth of support beams to retrieve them and scoot them back to me since my boobs were too big to fit through the crawlspace.

I could also mention how Katie inadvertantly locked us in the basement and had to then maneuver around a pipe filled hole in the brick wall to get outside and free us. Momentary panic was replaced with relief at the sight of the last bit of her body freeing itself from the hole and escaping to the outside world.

It' s been a long couple of days and I still have dirt up my nose and all over my clothes (all of you southerners know what it's like to have to deal with red clay...imagine it in your hair, your nose, your clothes, in your bra....ugh.) Poor Kate and Dee got the worst of it.

So there you go. A completely boring and lackluster post. Give me some time to rest and I'll be back to normal...if the clay hasn't gotten to my brain.