I came in here fully intending to blog about something important but alas, my A.D.D. has triumphed again. I cannot for the life of me remember what that thing was and the only reason why I am typing anything at all right now is because I am hoping to distract that part of my brain where the thought is hiding and trick it into spontaneously revealing itself. It's kinda like a little kid who decides to randomly and playfully hide from their paranoid and exhausted mother. To the kid it’s all fun and games but to mommy who is already worn out and really needing a big frosty margarita, it is a little annoying. Maybe if I take a picture of my thumb with my phone and post it, I'll remember... (five minutes later)... Nope.
So here's to tired moms, fun and games, frosty margaritas and my thumb.
In honor of tired moms, fun and game, frosty margaritas, and my thumb, and since that thought has decided to take a nap or gone into a comma in its hiding place, I will post a part of one of my favorite Simpsons episodes. In this episode, Ned Flanders home has been destroyed by a Hurricane that has blown through Springfield. He didn't have insurance because he considered it a form of gambling and is really struggling understanding God's providence. The town of Springfield joins forces to rebuild Ned's house to make him feel better. Enjoy.