I wonder if Alffe would feel better if I tell her it's okay and just not to worry about it for now. I feel pretty comfy so far. I like Doc John. (so far) And Doc John DOESN'T TALK TO US in capital letters TO MAKE HIS POINT! Cause I hate it when people YELL AT ME.

I wonder why I am on this confounded computer when my house is such a friggin mess, and believe me, it is. I come home and look at all the dishes, the litter boxes, the messes on the floor, blah blah blah, and just don't feel like cleaning it after work.

So I wonder where along the line I also quit cleaning like a houseafire on Saturdays like I used to.

I wonder if the aforementioned weekend cleaning is because I mostly spend Friday nights at my daughter's so I can see my grandson, and when he goes to bed, she and I have a girl's night (while daddy plays on his computer) and we have a video night and eat popcorn and nasty candy and stuff...

I wonder if that's why on Saturday by the time I get home I have no desire to clean the house...

I wonder when I'll update on grandbaby who is just a tank! And he and daddy play football and it's friggin hilarious to watch him hold the little football in his arm just like a real football player and go running across the room screaching and laughing when daddy chases him.

I wonder what a shock it is for me to see grandson throw hissy fits/tantrums because his mommy never did that. But then again, she pouted. But never ever talked back to mommy. (She makes up for that now though, the little sheet.)