Prancer

Today was the first day I got dangerously close to forgetting to write. In bed. With Catalogs. Drifting to sleep. And suddenly I thought of a funny story, which lead to who I couldn't wait to tell, which led to oh crap, my blog.

Needless to say, a short story is in order. I will cut to the chase. Josie outside in the backyard. Wearing only dora underwear and purple crocs. Pitch black. Freezing. Norm yelling, "Josie get inside." Josie responding, "But I have shoes on Daddy."

I better get some sleep and rest up. Teenage years are fast approaching. And the comfort she displayed prancing around the dark corners of the yard wearing only underwear and footwear tell me I am going to need loads of energy later on to keep her prancing around limited to the confines of our backyard.