My creative time amounted to writing or lettering as they call it now - on small rocks to give to some people to carry in their pockets to remind them to be "quiet" or "gentle" or "breathe" etc etc. I have post ideas but I feel like I'm all over the map. I'm a jack of all trades you know? It's hard to be me.
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Woman, I just had a memory of my dad whacking me upside the head when I said I wanted a pet rock (in the early 80s). He made me dig up a rock and paint it, but he actually found me a box and material to make a bed for it. ROFLMAO. WOW - that was totally repressed until just this moment. I can't stop laughing!!! Forgive me. I'm a little slap happy.
Memories are great aren't they? Some call me the memory whisperer. True. I should write about it.....but I'd need your drawing....."sweet dreams are made of these"......
My Steemit friends are killing me with earwigs tonight! First Dream Weaver, then @kiwideb with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go...
Et tu, Brute?
You get Hamster Dance too.
So now that I've run out of room to give you an update on your video.....lol....no one makes me laugh out loud on here but you....just so you know. I loved those little chipmunk guys....eeeeeha!!