i want to post something poetic, jump up & scream philosophical & brilliant about moxie & me. how we met, our respective backgrounds, the pivotal point in the story when we fight & then make up...you know, pulitzer prize winning stuff.
but i forgot to reset my alarm this morning, missed a meeting with the banker, had to clean up dog barf, lost my phone (it ran away) & had to call in reinforcements to help me locate it (via fb chat, i mean does anyone still have a land line with an actual phone attached to it?), and now it's 11 freaking o'clock.so the einstein/steinbeck/rushdie prose will have to wait until i get my brain situated.
(picture via ffffound. best place to waste time-%$ #*% it's 11:45. how does this continue to happen to me?!?)
