They removed it.
All of it except for a few irritating grains ensconced firmly in my shoe and stuck behind my ears from my head being buried for so long.
Instead of catching up on e-mails and writing a funny post and working in my garden I have been sitting here for several hours writing a scathing letter to the editor.
To the editor.
On a political matter.
At first I thought a spaceship might have stolen me...as in "who are you and what have you done to me?"
And then I realized that...gulp...maybe the only that has happened to me is that I am becoming a grown-up. And fed up. And tired of not being heard.
And I realized that you can't be heard if you don't actually say anything.
So I did.
And I think I feel better.
And maybe I'd rather have my sand back.
Or maybe I'd rather start thinking a little bit more about Abraham Lincoln's great quote, "America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."
And in other, less radical news, I have a winner for the WW's Celebrations cookbook!
Mr. Random Org was happy this morning to tell me that this was the winner!
Comment 6 was this one!
Cynthia K. said... Hi! Would love to be entered for the Celebrations Cookbook giveaway. I'm already a follower....Have a lovely Mother's Day...
Congratulations Cynthia, please e-mail your address to: jennymatlock at cox dot net and I'll get your book right out to you!
Thanks everyone for participating.
Now I am finally, finally heading out to my garden!