Hey, life? Are you kidding me?

I Just Can't

I know I set a goal to blog everyday in June, but I just can't tonight. And the irony is I actually have things to say tonight. But my body, mind, soul, feet, neurons are so exhausted they would be numb if they didn't hurt so dang much.

I think I will write a few lines to remind me tomorrow what I had to say.

A turtle pen
Was built by men
A gator out shined a jeep
I am too sore to sleep

The tow truck man
Seemed to be missing a plan (and lasagna)

The top of my foot hates me
A huge kid stepped on it you see

This is the worst poem, I know
it's 98 degrees and I'm dreaming of snow

I fell asleep typing that last line,
My phone fell on my face...yeah, I'm fine.

Sort of a blog,
Audra