The Ties that Bind

Hope she doesn't snag my little wrens

I was going to write a blog post, but I ran into this web, and now my arms are twined tautly to my sides, fingers no longer able to reach the keyboard. I’m typing with my nose. 

Old Wives Tale?
While we’re on the subject of noses, I was reminded of something my mom used to say: “If you sew on Sunday, you have to rip out all those stitches with your nose when you die.” 

Sorry this is brief, but it is three o’clock in the morning, my eyes are about to slam shut, and my nose will no longer be able to see which keys to press. 

Good night! Good morning! Good afternoon! Good evening!
There, that should cover everyone. Enjoy your day!