I love you, Brazil!

Everyday some loyal reader from Sao Paolo, Brazil (man, I hope I spelled that right) stops by to check on me. I just want to say “Thanks!” I would think you’d be at the beach instead of reading the marvelous, mad mental meanderings of an Oklahoma housewife, but that just makes me even more thrilled to see you here.

I also see people from Ireland, Sweden, France and England on a regular basis. I’m honored that you keep coming back in spite of my semi-hiatus. Thank you all, and I promise to write more and post house pics as we move in.

As for today, well…my brain is not working. While speaking to the realtor last night, I literally stopped being able to make coherent sentences. And it’s only thanks to spell check that y’all can read this at all. I don’t know what people did when they had to actually know how to spell or even worse look things up in this big book called a dictionary. Weird! I’ll bet those were the same people who walked with my grandpa five miles to and from school, uphill both ways. The olden days sure sound funny. Did you know that they used to have to get up and walk across the room to change the channel on the TV? and that they only had 4 channels? The Wizard of Oz was a once a year treat and…why don’t you people stop me when I go off on a totally random tangent? My mind just takes turns and wanders away on its own and you people just follow along watching the freak show and wondering “How the hell did she get here from there?” Stop me when I do this, will you?

All I wanted to say was that I see that you are here everyday. I’m glad you are. I don’t say that often enough. I need a stiff drink.