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In Another Nutshell

I answered these questions last year and just got kicks, I thought I’d answer them again today. This is what happens when a blogger’s brain fries.   Its sad, really.   Don’t judge me.

I am: bored.

I think: I’m bored because Chris won’t play with me.

I know: I will try to entertain myself by throwing pennies at Chris.

I have: an entire milk jug full of pennies.

I wish: I had a milk jug filled with quarters because they are bigger.

I hate: when Chris hides from pennies behind pillows.

I miss: those pennies I already threw.

I fear: I will run out of pennies.

I hear: pennies hitting the floor.

I smell: copper.

I crave: paint chips so I should probably stop sniffing pennies.

I search: for more pennies in the couch cushions.

I wonder: if I can hit Chris on the nose with a penny.

I regret: that there are not more pennies in the world.

I love: pennies.

I ache: in my left arm where Chris threw a penny back at me.

I am not: going to stop throwing pennies until Chris plays with me.

I believe: that pennies can leave a mark.

I dance: like J-Lo when I actually hit Chris with a penny.

I sing: “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS” when I actually hit Chris with a penny.

I cry: out in agony when my pennies fly by Chris.

I fight: against the pennies Chris throws back at me.

I lose: pennies.   Lots and lots of pennies.

I win: because Chris said he might play with me if I pick up all my pennies.

I never: picked up my pennies.

I always: give up when Chris sets unreasonable expectations for me.

I confuse: pennies with dimes when its dark.

I listen: to pennies bouncing off the pillows.

I am scared: that Chris will divorce me if I don’t give up the penny game soon.

I need: Chris to play with me and then I’ll put down the pennies.

I am happy about: Chris playing with me.

I can usually be found: playing with Chris.   Or throwing pennies.

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