On the Eighteenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
I never sleep through alarms.
Today I slept through an alarm.
I'm decent at performing minor surgery on myself.
I think breakfast for dinner and vice versa is a perfectly plausible way to go through life.
I'm so tired I didn't realize I forgot to go to a party until I was in bed already.
Was there a productive era? 'Cause I think I was born in it.
I like it when people write in. Rick is very good at it this season.
I spend as much time as possible outside. Even when it's bitter cold.
I haven't had enough time to unpack my winter duds. I'm currently sporting the layered look.
It's amazing how people fill in when they see an opening.
I appreciate the friends who stepped up when my Mom died.
I appreciate the strangers who stepped up when my Mom died.
I appreciate the estrangers who stepped up when my Mom died.
I appreciate my employers who stepped up when my Mom died.
I was recently bought off with a gorgeous bouquet of roses.
I LOVE roses.
I LOVE orchids too.
I dare someone to buy me off with orchids.