One thing I did this morning: read a book while Imogene took a nap.
For lunch I: had a leftover hamburger that wasn't quite heated all th away through 😐
One thing I did after lunch: Sat with Imogene and figured out if we have a whole set of alphabet blocks (we do, with two extra A's, C's, and O's)
One thing I did this afternoon: Cleaned downstairs while listening to Gilmore Guys. One thing I did this evening: (Well, one thing I'm going to do to this evening, since it's afternoon now) -- go to a town meeting for the newspaper.
I loved seeing: Imogene by the Christmas tree.
I was challenged by: Listening to Imogene cry when she should have been taking a nap.
Today it: was revealed that Donald Trump is Time Magazine's person of the year 🙄
Back in 1908 when I was in seventh grade, I had some sort of a website that allowed me to create bulletpoints and put my text in Comic Sans font. To me, that level of control and exposure was as good as being a published author (world renown). On my website, I made lists of inside jokes that only my friends would understand. They did the same on their websites. If someone landed on a web of our websites, they could cross-reference our inside jokes and laugh for hours. To my knowledge, that never happened.
In college I had a Livejournal, where I wrote exhaustive explanations of Things That Happened. My best friend Randie also had a Livejournal, and I think the most amusing thing about either one was that I could read our slightly different takes on the same mundane events. Notably, one night our building lost power and we had to evacuate at 3am. We were corralled into an academic building and then told to find friends to stay with. We both struggled to na...