i tumble for ya

good morning m'loves.

how was your weekend fancy?

i finally caught the rest burned on my brain after 38 hours of non-stop push.

like a miraculous well of fresh water in an arid, parched desert; i wolfed that nap greedily and hungrily down.

hours later, pillows still marked their sweet, supporting care on the side of my face;

my badge of honor for the weekend toil.

so loves are you as obsessed with tumblr as i am?

{can you say late to the game}

lost, lost i tell you!

for days, hours and hours in the tumble.

obviously i, too, had to join the party.

goodniteirene now has a tumblr page.

do you? let me know.

also, are you tweeting m'dears...anyone's tweets i'm missing?

find both my tumblr and tweets over there on the right, a little higher up...see it?

monday happy to you m'loves.

bubble toes

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i know i already tweeted this yesterday, but in case you missed here tis again.

off to blow iridescent rainbows and chase down sparkles from the sun.

laggard

to say i'm remiss in my mad men episodes is an understatement.

the last time i watched, sally went to town on her hair with a scissors,

and then went to town on herself at a sleepover.

psychiatry ensued.

for me and sally.

i'm aware monsieur draper behaved dreadfully on sunday's season finale.

i'm not sure what wicked deed was committed, but i'm sure as hell not going to find out reading it here or here.

until i'm caught up, i'm ceasing any possible internet exposure to don's distressing act.

powering down loves.