So I missed blogging in February. No one called to see if I died. No one commented to ask when I would blog again. In short, no one noticed. Such is life.
I have a gift card to B&N that I'm ready to use. I think I'd like a collection of Lewis Carroll's poetry. The Hunting of the Snark is a must have. Isn't it astounding how the word poetry is poetry in itself? I think someone planned it that way.
I'm old now! Really old. Like, double-digits, old. Where the first digit is a two, and the last digit looks like an egg.
I have three college tests tomorrow. Why am I blogging. God only knows.
Fun fact, Italy is not shaped like a boot. If it was, you could put your foot it. But you can't, so it's not. Take that, world.