It's little. That's my favorite thing about it. Now, let's see how I adjust to a 12.1" monitor. You know that lingering eyesight I had left? Yeah, I'm sure I can kiss that goodbye.
Also... evidently, I'm traumatized by my run-in with the rattler. First of all, I woke up multiple times last night knowing there was slithering happening somewhere in or around my bed (the nightmares had me convinced of it). AND I could not make myself go all the way to the cul de sac today when we went for our evening bike ride. It was daylight. The weather was not necessarily snake-friendly (hot, steamy, overcast, no direct sunlight). I knew that he only showed himself to me once every three months or so. I wasn't about to leave the road. Yet, my heart raced and I had my little mini-panic attack before even getting halfway down the street. I simply couldn't make myself go any farther and we had to turn around. Pathetic. I know. Dang it... who told him he could have that much of an effect on me?!?!
Finally, the most undeserving arrest of the decade (I like using "decade" as my exaggeration... back off) occurred in Leeds, England, this week: The Dolly Arrest. Look, y'all... Dolly ROCKS! And no one should ever be arrested for playing her tunes. However, I do have an issue with people who play Tammy Wynette songs all hours of the day. FYI, Breitbart.com, I don't think "Stand By Your Man" OR "D.I.V.O.R.C.E." are actually Dolly songs. Oops, perhaps someone should've done a leeeeetle more fact-checking before running with that. Blame Tammy, not Dolly (even if Dolly did sing covers at some point in her career).
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