Mama gots nothin', y'all.
(But may I please say how totally relieved it makes me feel that so many of y'all have experienced the whole, "I know how many clams you shelled out last time you filled up the Mom-mobile, but I do not know your name" phenomenon? Which is not to say I thrive on your discomfort. Unless your discomfort is caused by the fact that you've given up the last Twix® bar so I can have it, in which case, I say, Bring it.)
(Nah. I don't need your Twix® bar. Okay, yes, I do. Really, rilly, rilly in a bad way. Need it, need it, NEED IT.)
You see how much nothin' Mama gots?
We've been busy around here this morning making up the weekly meal plan (a day late, because yesterday it just wudd'n happnin'), grocery shopping (Bean found one of those little balloon-on-a-sticks with a cluster of jingle bells on it and I kid you not, she skipped and hopped along in front of my cart the whole time, shaking that jingly balloon above her head, looking for all the world like a tiny, curly-haired, miniature court jester. I laughed my bummy off the whole time.) making a huge pot of bisketti sauce and we're fixin' to make oatmeal raisin cookies this afternoon.
And what are y'all up to? 'Cause I'd be interested to know. What are you and the kids doing today? How are you feeling? What's on your mind (besides Miley Cyrus, okay, because my Mom called me today and started talking about her. Yesterday neither of us woulda known who Miley Cyrus was if she'da come knocking at our doors selling Twix® bars - ahem - and today we're chatting about her like she lives down the street. You know what I think? I think if a 66-year-old retired nurse in Smallmilltown, South Carolina and a 40-year-old mother of a three-year-old, a mother who's been in cultural literacy lock-down for at least the past six months, are caught DEAD chattin' it up over Miley Cyrus, then the Cyrus family and their agents can sit back and say Mission Accomplished.)
But seriously. I want to hear from all of y'all. What's going on with you and yours? What's making you laugh, cry, smile, worry, hope, tune-in, turn-on, break-out, or just sit down and think?
Leave me a little insight into the pulse of your world in the comments. I'd love to hear just about anything, as long as it comes from YOU.