Bippy Block

I have writers block. I don’t know what to post about.
I could tell you what I did Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and today.
I could tell you that I went to the doctor because I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I could tell you that I have bronchitis and an inhaler. I could tell you that Natalie’s family had lunch with us on Sunday and then we decided to go out and browse the shops for bargans and deals.
Then I could tell you Natalie and I went and had a girls day out today and got our toes done, had lunch, and then went to a salvage warehouse in Dallas today.
I could also tell you that I saw a mantle there for 175 bucks with great moudling detail on it and I wanted it bad. I wanted it bad like a bald man wants hair. *sigh* but I didn’t indulge.
I wanted to tell you how much fun I had looking around at someone elses discards with someone who knows how cool they are and sees the potential in them like I do.  I wanted to tell you that when Natalie and I hang out it’s like we’ve known each other forever and we like so many of the same things it scares me.  You should also know that she showed up in jeans and a black shirt and a black hoodie. I was wearing jeans, and was looking for my black hoodie. I am serious folks, eerie!

I could tell you how tired I am and how much I just want to go crawl in bed and curl up with a good book and then go to sleep early. But that would be posting and I don’t know what to write.