Slow to Post!

I posted this morning and lo and behold I realized that I whined. I whined big time. So I deleted that sucker. Else I would have broken my promise to you and proven Holly right when she said I couldn't go a week without complaining my fanny off. (She knows me too well.)

OK, so I ventured out to get foodstuffs. Our larder was completely empty. I hate when that happens. (That's not whining. That's just stating a truism...) You do see the difference, don't you? I knew you would. (Hope that gets by Holly.)

I'm really excited that that scumbag Joran van der Sloot got nearly the maximum sentence of 28 years. I suppose it's not nice to wish a man ill. But he is not deserving of well wishes. He's a bad, bad, bad person. I just had to throw that in. It's newsworthy, not whining.

It's Friday the 13th, but that doesn't scare me none. I'm not superstitious about that particular day. Strange isn't it. As emotionally fragile as I am, you might think I'd be worried about a day that's supposed to be unlucky. Nope! Fooled you!

My grandson Gunnar is finally walking. He's almost 21 years old now--no! Just kidding! But he is getting kind of long in the tooth. My daughter says he walks like Gumby, but I think he's quite coordinated. And when he falls he says "Oooh!" and then claps for himself. I'd post the video, but I don't know how to do that so just use that lovely God-given imagination I know you all possess. See? Isn't he adorable?

Rickster is taking a friend from church fishing in the morning. I'm so thankful. See how I didn't have to complain. I'm so upbeat I can hardly stand it.

On that optimistic note, I'll close before I let a disparaging word slip out. I'm watching football this weekend. That is going to be the high point of those two days for me. It's MLK Day on Monday, but Rick is working so that won't really be part of my celebration. Go MLK! That's about all I can muster for that. I'm sure he'd understand. I'm babbling, aren't I. Sorry!

I'll stop now. But I just wanted you to know I've made it one day without griping and gritching. Praise me! Praise me! Happy weekend, y'all. Be kind to one another! (I'm watching Ellen. Can you tell?)