save us jeebus!

since daddy's already spent two whole days writing about the boys and their (new) girlfriends and the questionable sleeping arrangements and the fact that this safe haven we call home has been turned into a den of iniquity, i'm basically left with nothing to write about. that's right, i've been rendered speechless wormless--not to be confused with being free of actual worms, which of course, i am...

no, for those of you who don't know, i use "worms" to represent those things that come out of your mouths--or fingers--that form sentences that form paragraphs that form statements and/or speeches. which means you can be speechless when you are, in fact, wormless. and if you've ever seen/enjoyed the movie roxanne with steve martin (someone we lovelovelove) you know just what i'm referencing when i say worms as opposed to words. and if you haven't seen roxanne with steve martin (someone we lovelovelove) what's wrong with you? don't you like steve martin? we lovelovelove him! what's he ever done to you except make a couple of really stupid movies in recent years, that are far beneath his gigantic talent.

oh, and speaking of gigantic talents, according to a deleted section in mommy's sister's book (which we have happily mentioned and/or borrowed from several times in the past few months), steve martin (someone we lovelovelove) apparently has one--if you catch my drift (and if you don't, what's wrong with you?). now, steve martin's huge talent is not the only reason we lovelovelove him, but it certainly makes him a bit more, um...er...intriguing, doncha think? (no? seriously, what's wrong with you?) speaking of huge talents and/or dr. terri's fine/insightful book, maybe some day i'll tell you who else is on that deleted list of talents "living large".

uh... huh. hmmmm. you know what? i just realized i have no freaking clue what any of this is about... (what the hell is wrong with me?) apparently my attention deficit disorder is alive and running rampant in my head again, rendering me... senseless. i'm sure it's a carry over from yesterday's brain eating episode, or, possibly, from the crazy pills i seem to be taking. either way, it's probably best if i bid you all adieu for now, in hopes of regaining my senses and/or worms... which ever pops into my head first. t.g.i.f.

"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face." ~ Bern Williams