You are Lisa Whirrett. You ride a tractor. You kill your own lunch, but for special occasions, McDonald's will super-size you for free. You spend special evenings at Walmart, but usually just watch the corn grow.
It stinks in here!! A piece of string got sucked into the vacuum cleaner and wound around the brush so the house smells like burning rubber. Christopher wanted Jiffy Pop for a snack while we watched the bobsled event and of course that burnt too. I'm not sure which burning smell is worse but together... it's unbearable. While looking for a link to Jiffy Pop, I discovered this poem. Apparently it was designed to burn.
I made an honest attempt at rest and relaxation this weekend. Failed miserably but I get points for trying, don't I?? I did take some pictures so it wasn't a total loss. I really do need some serious sleep soon. I'm so tired that I'm starting to do really stupid stuff... like pouring water onto the coffee maker rather than into. Works much better if one lifts the little lid before they begin pouring.
