This morning I woke up thinking, “It ain’t no big thang” and now I can’t stop thinking it.
This means one of several things. It could be I read the phrase on one of the many blogs I perused last night.
It could mean I had a dream last night that I do not remember. Unless it was the dream I vaguely recall in which I found my cream colored turtleneck that I have been looking for all winter. In that case, maybe I said, “oh I’m so happy to see you again. Thank you so much for coming home”, and maybe the turtleneck said, “shucks, it ain’t no big thang”. And yes, when dreaming, I do think it is perfectly reasonable for a turtleneck to become a talking, animated object. If my clothes start talking to me when I am not dreaming I will be appropriately worried. Actually, I probably won’t. Please promise me that if I start blogging to you about how my sweater just complimented my accessorizing, and my jeans complained that my ass is making them look bad, AND I SEEM SERIOUS, that you will contact my husband and the proper authorities because this would indicate that the Chicken has finally and totally lost her marbles. Which brings me to possibility number three regarding the phrase that brought us all together this morning.
It could mean that there is another voice coming through. I think Pearl Annabelle Lafleur has maybe invited a friend to play. That’s fine.
It ain’t no big thang.
Okay, world, littleb has pronounced it a boodiful nice day out there with storm clouds in the distance. Storm clouds would be a new thing he just learned to fear in preschool. Hope your day is boodiful and not stormy.
littleb is going to the dentist today for the very first time ever so stay tuned. I have a feeling I’ll be back soon.