Distractions

As I was spreking with My Mudda last night, she commented on how my last blog was a bit confusing. If you read it,  I meant to quote someone saying that starting to floss is harder than quitting smoking. Instead, I kind of botched it and said it the other way around. I must have been distracted when I typed that.  I get distracted easily.

Like when someone with a really cute hat and really dirty face shows up.

And then starts jabbering something while I try to type, it's a little distracting.

Or sometimes someone growls like a puppy because they saw a book about puppies and puppies are the most wonderful thing in their world. Yes. That can be very distracting. 

Sometimes I lose my train of thought because I reach over to grab a drink of my nice

refreshing Coca Cola, and it is missing.

Sometimes I have to stop in the middle of what I am doing to have a serious conversation about

why I would give someone such a bad haircut. Sometimes those conversations can be quite long as I have to spend a lot of time apologizing.

Wait. What was I talking about?

Did you just see that face?

I'd better go make her some brownies.

And a second batch for when her sister gets home from school.