"Peace, yo."

    So I've started one with it instead.  Hello, everyone, and welcome back to my twisted little world where I find myself quite funny, indeed, thank you very much.
    Recent events:  the girls and I went with my mom to do 'Pumpkin Patch, Part Deux'.  This patch had a corn maze, which the Baby Duck was quite fond of.  It was a pretty simple one-- which was actually good, because it allowed her to lead the group without any help.  Ladybug was thrilled because the outing involved 'pahkins!!!', popcorn and a playground:  The Three P's of Joy when you are approaching your second birthday.
    E just came to read over my shoulder, thus inducing writer's block.  So if you think this entry sucks now, please leave a comment addressed to him and I will make sure he gets it.
    So at the very end of the trip to the patch, we were buying pumpkins and the girls discovered more things to enjoy:  Baby Duck found a barn-shaped puppet theater stocked with puppets and Ladybug found a blackboard and chalk (which she ended up getting all over her face).  
    Yeah, I can tell-- can't you?  This is just going nowhere anymore.  Thanks, Honey!  I should have just quit while I was ahead, before the sorry attempt at recovery.  Even now I am considering just deleting all of this and maybe finishing it later.  But I would rather just leave the whole process out there for all of you to analyze.  It's more fun that way, don't you think?  I am, however, going to make no further attempts at recovery.  It's gonna just sit there.

CL