Well, maybe they aren't all that crazy.

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Now, I won't completely renege in my notion.  Just that, when a man thinks a woman is crazy?  Yeah, well, it's not always what... it at first seems.  Women just won't express why.  Secrets on top of secrets within secrets.  When a woman trusts to talk, then she won't stop.  Until then, she won't say boo.  Which, yeah.  Figuring out a woman who hasn't yet started talking is like trying to catch a butterfly with your nose... or something like it.  Difficult, although it can be rather entertaining... on both sides, at times.

A bit of thinking and I think I know.  No guarantees, of course.  Yes, pretty sure though.  I do throw things out, random, odd, discomforting, once in a while.  And while all things are possible, most things aren't feasible.  Even if feasible and potentially wise, I may not follow that path anyway.  Something about a rock and moss.  I am a rock but I have gathered moss?  Something.  Still...  Without being able to talk, and even if for fashionable not practical ideas, some pokes to some ribs can put a nose out of joint.  Oh, I still find it humorous.  While completely incorrigible and bearly tolerable, I am exactly what is sought in some circles.  The bad thing is, I know it.  :)

Fairy tales, children, fairy tales.  But they were all based on something.  Fairy tales weren't written to entertain, though, either.  They were written in order to induce you to... write your own, with life, love, war, enemies, friends, and reality.  Why do you think I continue to write publicly?  Now, go play.  I have things to do.

Oh...  I did call my mother.  She is going through a rough spell.  Iowa winters can be rather harsh.  She suggested it was 30 below.  That is the "daytime" temp.  It gets right chilly at night.  She said that there was a blizzard going.  That she hasn't seen the sun as she would want, in some time.  Iowa is brutal in winter.  You really don't see the sun that much, especially in the cold part of Iowa.  That's why I called Iowa City the Florida of Iowa.  I got to see the sun once or twice a week and it 20 below as usually about as cold as it got.  Yep...  Florida!  Seriously.  So, she is blue.  She will be visiting my brother soon, but hasn't packed.  She has her laundry done, she as if that ever really falls behind!  Well, or at least... her behind is... different from my behind... in all manner of meanings, but definitely regarding laundry!  I have decided to nag her, in a good way, to make sure she doesn't just throw it all together on her way out.  It isn't payback so much as returning the favor.  And, yea, it can help.  A call in a few days, then another call if that doesn't see it done.  It does help.  And it means someone loves you enough to bitch at you?  Yea.

On to dishes and, I suppose, laundry.  Actually a lot of my clothes are clean.  It's just that my clothes, towels, etc, are unfolded, in baskets.  Bleh.  Can you just put those in the dryer with a damp cloth?  I think I've heard that.  It would sure save some work.  Bleh.

Later.