Directly in front of my computer, well, no, wait, that's not true, I'm directly in front of my computer. Let me start again. Right behind my, nope. Bear with me. To the left, slightly, on the wall behind the desk on which my computer monitor sits, I have my calendar hanging. This calendar is for me to look at as I ponder the deep meaning of my existence. Each month, I do a digital page just for me. Something that makes me smile. As I type this, and glance up lovingly at my calendar, I notice that I have yet to fill in the numbers of the dates. Oh well, no mind. At least I have my LO. That's WAY more important than the dates. It's still July, right?
Speaking of computers, my delete key stopped working the other day, so, brave soul that I am, I decided to pry off the key and see what was underneath. Well, I popped it off with my paper piercer and WHOOPS! Up it flew in the air and landed I know not where. Took me about an hour to find the darn thing. That is not, however, the reason I share this story with you. No. I want you to know that if you are ANYTHING like me, never, ever pry off the top of ANY of the keys on your keyboard.
There was so much fluff and cracker crumbs and unidentified stickiness (probably juice or something like that) that I may never recover. Nasty.
My delete key still doesn't work.
Having said that, Just for fun, I am sharing my (just-for-me) August calendar with: