Silly Sunday Sounds

It's Sunday. It doesn't make any difference what day it is, they all are equal.

Voices were talkative today. I chatted with a friend. We had a good talk and I completely forgot about radio station WDAVE.

There's times when I need to step away from my SZA. I try to share my time with you all and Margaret and home life. Step back and put my SZA against the wall, so I can clean the floor.

How does lemon pie sound? Well actually it doesn't make any sound. Isn't weird how we say things? Like when Margaret and go somewhere and someone will say "Hi Guys" I politely respond "she's not a guy." Or how about when someone says what does the newspaper say? I say "it doesn't say anything you have to read it.' And lastly when someone says "I'm mentally ill." Nobody ever says "I'm diabetic or I'm cancer."

If someone offered you help would you accept it? If not why? I accept all the help offered. Dear old dad never accepts help. His knees are bad and he could've have them taken care of years ago, but refused to go to the doctor. I'll tell ya if my knees get worse I will do whatever it takes to make them better.

I learned something about Teddy. He doesn't like it when you blow in his face. My nose can attest to that.

Other than feeling really tired, my mental state is weird, but good. What continent is the mental state on?

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

Dave