Life is mysterious that way, I guess. My children drift to sleep under their mama's prayers, hot tears falling from six tired eyes.
So I'm struggling tonight, friend. Sleepy, confused, frustrated and more than a little tempted to fuss.
But that wouldn't be any fun to read, now would it?
Instead, I'll tell you a story. A story that may have happened to me yesterday. A story that, after I shared it with The Preacher, might've inspired him to declare, "Sounds like a blog post!"
So here we are. For the sake of easy reading, let's just pretend for a moment that this really happened. Yesterday. To me, your faithful ShoeFitz.
As you may know, I recently had my first experience planting outdoor flowers. Don't you love pansies?
So I did what I always do when I have a question. I Googled it. Specifically, I typed these words: "pot pansies indoors."
Reader, I think I confused Google; you see, it changed the word "pansies" to "plants." And do you know what happens when you Google "pot plants indoors"? I do.
You get the Free Library Guide to Growing Marijuana Indoors. And the Top 10 Tips for Growing Your Own Pot. And other things that have nothing to do with pansies.
Thinking back over this (um, hypothetical?) story, I'm left with some questions. What in tarnation made Google change "pansies" to "plants"? Will the DEA appear at my doorstep to arrest me? Will I soon be blogging from the slammer?? *deep breaths*
(For the record, if you need to know whether to keep pansies indoors -- the short answer is no.)
And if you need me, I'll be hiding under the covers the next week.
Not at all sure how I got here,