Wahhaaaaa! Woohoooo!
(I just felt like whooping ...)
I decided that, if I didn’t try to get Frank to settle down for a nap, I wouldn’t be frustrated if he didn’t. So I mopped the kitchen and dining room. After a while I started to get snivelly, and I remembered a recent article by Mike Adams. He was feeling badly about something, and decided to call someone whose name started with A and say something cheerful. Then someone starting with B, and so on.
I couldn’t phone anyone while running the mop machine, but I decided to pray for a FReeper starting with A, then B, and so on through the alphabet. Now I feel great, and the floors are clean, and my NRA pocket knife came, a prize for contributing to gift memberships for military personnel.
You ROCK!!