Crazy is not a drive
After spending so many Sundays working over at the MIL’s house, it feels strange to know I won’t be going over there today. Wow, I might actually get something done at home. As I look around at the furniture, dusting comes to mind. Perhaps I should also vacuum.
If the dogs and DH leave me alone, maybe I can even get a little writing in this afternoon. (Oh yeah, like that’s going to happen.) Whenever they see me sit down at the computer, it seems to signal a ‘how crazy can we drive her?’ response.
Crazy is not a drive it’s a very short walk for me. Yeah, I know I left myself wide open there. Shut up Chuck and Dave.
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Doggonedmysteries 
Not even a short walk. Just a hop, skip, and a jump.
We loves ya anyways.
😛 Luvs ya too.
for me It’s three steps backward & off to the left
Hehehe, love ya sweetie!
I’ve always said “It’s a short trip, but I’m going.”
Disarms the critics in the crowd every time … grin
Works for me! 😉
I was thinking along the lines of a baby step seperating reality and her own form of it….then again as anyone that knows her and her DH…it is one of the many traits that make her the special, loving, compasionate, and great woman that she is and will always be.
Don’t change anything in that nutty red head of yours.
Awww, you are so sweet…