I'm beginning to worry about myself a bit here. My brain seems to have taken a little hiatus lately. Where, oh where, has my little mind gone? While I'm no spring chicken, I'm definitely no raggedy arsed hen! I know there are many contributing factors from my past, i.e.; drinking my weight in tequila and walking down a flight of stairs. By walking, I of course mean hurdling towards a marble floor at the end of two flights so quickly anyone within a 2 mile radius heard the boom! That could very well be a determining factor, but it seems a remote possibility, at best. My bones healed nicely and barely anyone comments on the scar anymore. Plus, that was just ONE incident!
Could it be that I am getting married in T minus 24 days? Another possibility could be because I've got 3 kids: 11, 9 and a year old this Friday. Maybe because I'm a loan processor for a mortgage broker and without a sexy sidekick am seeing my job disappear faster than David Copperfield at a sexual harassment trial? I don't know what it could possibly be, but wow am I ever losing my cat's eyes, slags and peewees!
I have just printed up our monthly newsletters, which go out to all of my broker's past and new clients, with an article that makes absolutely NO sense when looking at the pictures I included. I read the article. I knew it was about SIMILIES. Why did I paste various 1960's SMILIES all over it?
