Oh Give Me a Home, Where the Buffalo Roam......

Noah's having a great summer so far, and I think Jon's is pretty ok too. As for myself, well, I'm not doing so hot. "Not doing so hot" is a subjective term. It could be simple not hotness like Eeyore.

You know, gloomy, droopy, Oh Bother........

Or! Not doing so hot could be serious, crawling under rocks serious, laying in bed all day, crying at the drop of a hat serious. I really not either, I'm more in the middle. I'm ok, you're ok. Kind of like Wood Alan when Annie Hall left him and moved to California.

Or perhaps, much more accurate, I'm kind of like Squidward, forever overwhelmed and tormented.

I AM Squidward!

It all started this one time, way back, when I was born. Some how I was brought into this world lacking a special gene that regulated my mouth. I started talking at a tender age (according to my Mother), and then never stopped. I talked and talked and talked. I talked to my family, I talked to my friends, I talked to starngers, I talked to stranger's friends. I just talked. I also smiled a lot and was unaware of this thing called "shy".

Then it all came back to bite me thirty years later. Now the world didn't know me as Lauren the friendly talking baby, but as Lauren the super out-going extrovert!

E-X-T-R-O-V-E-R-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi Um, Extrovert? Um... NO!

And now this as far as I can get today because now I must run an errand. Part 2. soon.