I’m not going to lie…I missed a few entries this weekend.
I’m not sure that the 100 Days of Words project I’m working on means 100 Continuous Day of Words.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Because it sounds better than the truth.
I was bitten by a radioactive Easter bunny on Saturday at the Midway Plaza rest stop on the Pennsylvania turnpike. I found that I could hop very quickly, could color eggs with my mind, and could sense small children nearby. Also, the carrot craving was incredible and disturbing.
See? I told you.