If I were a house, I’d be waiting for tenants to move in.
If I were a lot, I’d be vacant.
If I were an Easter bunny, I’d be hollow.
If I were a milk carton, I’d be empty in the fridge.
If I were a marker, I’d be dried out.
Lucky for us both, I’m none of the above. And despite the echoes in my head, I managed to post a little something over at the Larger Families blog. We were supposed to do a photoblog of our Mother’s Day and somehow I missed those directions. I had nothing. You’ll see.
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to get over this stupid cold. And I keep falling asleep while reading The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene . . . which I love . . . I just can’t stay awake.