I, that is I, dont know soooo much that i am writing a post about it.
1. i dont know why we have a house full of fleas or how long everyone can stay sane with them. i suspect it has something to do with the weather and our resident flea catcher went to doggie heaven last week so he isnt catching any. i do know that flea bitten ankles reduce the need for novelty socks.
2. i dont know how long it's going to take me to find a job and i dont know what i will do in said job. i do know i wouldnt make a good model for novelty socks. my fascinating ankles would detract from the product
3. i dont know why the socks dont come out of the wash in pairs. i do know i can find the pairs if i tear out some of my hair.
4. i dont know what we are eating for dinner tonight but i do know i always manage to pull something out of a hat (or some dark nether world)
5. i dont know why the yummy stuff is bad for us. it is though. why cant chocolate, coffee and ice cream be vitamin packed and anti-oxidant rich? why are hot chips the food of satan and why is butter so artery clogging?
6. i dont know how long it is since the washing machine stopped, it could have been yesterday. i have housework induced amnesia or every day is the same same same same same same....or maybe thats the same as housework amnesia
7. i dont know why my funniest lines and best jokes disappear the minute i start trying to write
8. i dont know much at all, i think but i keep muddling along and somehow i think i manage to fool some of the people when it counts