Dear Readers …
Filosofa screwed up … royally! I could blame it on the fact that Monday was a holiday, and it messed up my sense of ‘what day is this?’ But the reality is that Filosofa is getting old, forgetful, and I really, really did not realize that Wednesday was upon us already. My Wednesday morning post is supposed to be about Good People Doing Good Things. I promised you that. I am committed to inspiring us, reminding us that there really ARE good people in this world. But instead, I wrote about an idiot, instead. How far off base can I be???
I am so so so so sorry, and I promise that this Thursday morning’s post (tomorrow) will be about a good person … or people. Please forgive me … 😥
Love and Hugs to all who are reading this blog …
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What? It’s like Wednesday or Thursday already??? Heck April will be over ‘fore you know it!!
Sheesh! Where’s 2016 going?
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Roger … you just gave me my first genuine laugh of the past 24 hours!!! And here I thought I was confused! 😀 😀 😀
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It’s this Social Media thing I tell you! It’s flooding the brainz. There’s far too much of it!
The next thing you know folk will be electing to high and responsible office a blow-hard, vain, business man of dubious repute with no experience of government! 😾 😾 😾
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OH NO!!!! Do you really think that could happen??? Surely not … surely we all have more … sense … than that. 👽
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“Curiouser and curiouser” said Alice….. 😣 😖
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Dear Jill,
Just to show you how out of it that I am, I would not have even noticed. I blame everything on my senior moments which all too frequently is a true statement. But now that you reminded me, I love your Wednesday posts.
Hugs, Gronda
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Yes, those senior moments are getting more frequent. But still … our minds are sharper than some who are only in their 20s, so we’re okay! And the Wednesday post will just have to be a Thursday post this week …. 🙂
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Hey – YOU are a good person doing really good things!! But, I have definitely felt the same way when I’ve forgotten Kitten Thursday 🙂
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Awwwwww …. thank you for your kind words …. you made me smile! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I’ve had these moments all my life. It’s just that now I get to label them and get away with it! You are forgiven!!
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Same here, my friend … when I was younger I used to say that I would be happy when I was old and people would just smile when I did something goofy and say “awwwww …. look at the poor ol’ doddering thing …” 🙂 Thanks for the forgiveness … stay tuned tomorrow morning for today’s post! 🙂 If I can remember, that is … 🙂
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Sending you BIG, SENIOR MOMENT HUGS……crammed with Love! 🤗🤗🤗🤗💕💕💕💕
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Awwwww …. thank you!!! Hugs back to you … 🙂 ❤
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I agree. I have plenty of senior moments. In truth, I’ve been having them since I was in my 20’s. Don’t worry about it. You’re far from being alone. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Everything you write is interesting… And if we were all perfect, we wouldn’t have anything to write about 😁
As for aging… I can never remember what day it is…I never noticed 😂😂😂 Don’t beat yourself up 💕
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Thank you!!! You made me smile … a rare thing these days! Yes, more often than not, I go upstairs for something, by the time I get there I have forgotten what I went up for, so I just … clean the bathroom or something … then come back downstairs, at which point I remember what I went up for in the first place. 🙂
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Not to worry Sweetie. This week has thrown us all out a bit. Anyway, as long s you’re writing, we’re reading so it doesn’t matter what.
xxx Cwtch Mawr xxx
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Awwwww … thanks, sweet David! You make my heart sing! xxx Cwtch Mawr xxx
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