I'm exhausted. I'm so ragged tired I can't even articulate my level of pooped-out-ed-ness.
As much as I'd love to write something, all I am capable of at the moment is to point you in the direction of someone who is truly funny and who sucked up by referring to me as a dignitary even though I may have compared him to a cannibal murderer.
I meant it in the nicest way, though.
Y'all go over there and check out his blog. Go on now. Get outta here.
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Nah. I think I'm just gonna hang around here and keep you from getting any rest. I've recently been learning how to do that from my kids.
P.S. I love the Ominous Comma.
P.P.S. But not more than you, of course. And in a totally Baptist-acceptable way.
FYI: It is impossible to stalk a ghost!
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