I don't know what to think. You know when something happens to a good friend and you just don't know what to say to them. It dosen't matter if it's a good or bad thing, just that it leaves you utterly speechless, and thoughtless for that matter.
Something monumental happened yesterday. I cleaned my house. Not just tidied, but really cleaned. Washed floors, scrubbed toilets, the whole shebang. I was proud. Now my goal is to see how long I can keep it looking this way. The goal is to keeo it clean at least until Brandon can see it. Yeah, I know he comes home tomorrow :)
There are too many half-thoughts in my head and none of them are making their way all the way out. My apologies.
Maybe if someone commented at least once I'd feel compelled to continue writing. Yes, this is a guilt trip.
1. 9 Days!
2. I'll have a hubby tomorrow!
3. My Short Buddy