Alive

I got an e-mail from a friend, wondering if I was okay because I hadn't posted a blog for a long time. It must be one of those "If Dara isn't yaking, SOMETHING is VERY WRONG." LOL!

I told her that I tried, but the result was me staring at the monitor going "Ummmm....Ummm...." so I gave up. Hey, why fight it?

I was thinking the other day about trees. Apple trees, specifically. As I lay in bed, trying not to throw up in Jeremy's ear, I asked him,
"Hey, do you think trees get morning sick before they produce apples?"
I think he was half asleep because he didn't give me his usual "What the heck are you talking about??" face.

"I dunno..." he managed.

Can you imagine?
All those poor trees, getting ready to pop, swaying in the wind, feeling a wee bit sea sick....piles of brown, sticky sap-like tree blarg everywhere...

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I started to get a little loopy, and started tickling Jeremy, and throwing his pillow around the room, laughing hysterically the whole time until my brain went on overload and I started to cry. Ah...aren't hormones great?

She's going to blow!