Whipping Cream

No reason for this shot - it's just purdy

I am a hair twister. Like a maniac.

When I'm reading, when I'm thinking, when I'm daydreaming, when I'm procrastinating.

It's something I have done since the 3rd grade. It started after my momma had given me a home perm (oh dear lord!) and I had curls all over my head that felt good when they plopped plopped around my finger while touching them.

It makes you look a tad crazy at times. I've even twisted my hair while stuck in traffic! Well - you gotta do something!

So . . . this morning I sat down and wanted to write a post. I didn't have a solid idea that I wanted to write about and I was letting my mind run around like a puppy without a leash to see what it would come up with.

So you can only imagine the hair twisting that was going on.

Here is the sentence I started out with:

I opened up the refrigerator door, spotted the whipping cream in the canister, and squirted a huge huge squirt directly into my mouth. Couldn't even talk for a few moments afterwards it was so delicious and a bit shameful.

WTH? That is the sentence that couldn't! I gotta say, the brain is a wondrous thing that I will never get tired of. Thank god for that because it's the only one I have.

But, sadly, that sentence did not inspire any additional thoughts. It's a good sentence regardless. Ha!

BTW - do you ever squirt whipping cream into your coffee? You know - when you're out of cream? I've done that more times than I care to admit to. 

So, here is the post that couldn't. Some days are inspired. Some days are waiting for inspiration.

I KNOW you all know what I'm talking about.

How you doin?