Tomorrow I have an appointment to have my teeth cleaned, which makes the plodding along of today’s tasks not too bad. Oh, this is interesting: I got up to let Shane out and realized I had been sitting on my phone – fortunately, I have the Otter Box-Armor series. My phone case could probably be a murder weapon in a pinch, but if any detective ever finds a victim with an Otter Box dent in his/her head, that thought I had was just a thought . . . just a thought. Besides, anyone who knows me, realizes I wouldn’t go for the head-denting procedure; I would use the flat whack up the side of the head method. I’m impulsive and that’s my M.O.
I only have to go to the north side of Fort Wayne, but then I have to stop and reschedule another appointment and then divert into Auburn to pick up Summer’s new glasses. I forget what the frames look like; the ones she didn’t get looked as if they had been cut out of an old linoleum floor. Maybe they came with a teeny little man with a bucket and a string mop, but probably not. I mean, I didn’t even get an otter with my Otter Box. (No one think about my computer and mention Lion, please. Some little thought ramblings just have to be allowed to peter out.)
I am reading a book by a hack writer; I don’t know why, but at times I am a hack reader, so I’ll call it even.
And, of course, you can call me odd.
I got my teeth cleaned today. Must be the season.
Sitting on your phone will give you butt cheek cancer. Or is it holding it to your ear and brain stuff? Hard to know, I tend to think with the nether end depending upon the day so I may be confused.