Other than doing a little laundry today, I just can't get the ball rolling.
Yesterday the Chickie and her mommy came by the office to bring me some lunch and stayed to play awhile in between clients. They found out first hand how much patience my job takes at times when a long time client told us a story about a young boy in their neighborhood. After 45 minutes of listening to the story which included every word every person mentioned in the story uttered (even the Chickie sat there speechless) she finally concluded the story and said her goodbyes. Jerri summed up the story in a few words,
"The Story of the Boy With One Leg Who Kept Running Away From Home".
I was amazed that the lady didn't seem to draw more than two breaths during the entire tale.