"If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all!" Right? Mine did, as did Grandma, and Great-Grandma. That's what's been up with me. Just haven't felt like there was anything nice to say and hate to be a complainer. I think that things may be turning around and even if not I have decided that I have plenty of reasons to remember that I am blessed.
I'll elaborate on stuff later, it's past my bedtime. But here's just a few hints into what's been going on with me.
-Scratching your esophagus is NO fun!
-Social Workers can disappear if they choose.
-Ice Cream machines can be dangerous weapons if you're not paying attention.