Warning! Danger Will Robinson!

You know when you want something really badly, but you are afraid to say anything, because you don't want to ruin your chances of getting what you want?
Well, I want something.
I want it really badly.
It's all my sister's fault.
She is so bossy.
(or it might be that she knows me so well, that she knows when a suggestion at just the right moment will encourage me to do something I might not have considered before, but whatever. She's still bossy, and it stinks that whenever she suggests something, I usually end up doing it. Like homeschooling. And stopping homeschooling.)
Meanwhile, this perfectly planted suggestion is growing like a raging fire in my heart, and I need to stop obsessing, or I'm going to make somebody an offer they can't refuse, and it will be a burden on me sooner, rather than later, and I will resent it.
Whew!
Just needed to vent.
Hopefully, I won't leave you hanging forever on this one.

Testing, testing...
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carry on.

(non) chocolate covered

I don't have much to say these days. I admit that I have been cheating shamelessly on Blogger, with the suave, debonair Facebook.
How can I resist such appeal of posting in short, choppy, third-person-sentences, from the comfort of my cell phone.
I suppose I could splurge and add internet access to my cell phone package, but where would that leave my darling facebook?
Meanwhile, Caleb offered me something today that reminded me of this joke:

A pastor goes to the hospital to visit one of his church members.
As he is sitting there, he spies a bowl of peanuts, and helps himself.

After he leaves, the patient scowls to his wife,
"You know how long it took me to suck the chocolate off of those?"

So, thanks for the offer, but I'll pass on the pile of almonds you have extracted from the almond kisses, but thanks.