I was going to...

do this really great post about all the things that I love about summer, complete with pictures, etc. However, my camera battery failed and now I have to charge it, and I have no idea how long that will take, and my girls are playing Barbies and there's no telling how long the good will will last so I thought I had better just hurry and post for the day, and while I'm at it, look into seeing if there's something telling about a person who continues to use run-on sentences and if I should see someone about it.

For a couple of weeks I've been accumulating words. You know the words that you have to type before you can leave a message on another person's blog to make sure your computer isn't encrypted or something like that. Except, they're not actually words, obviously. So here's a post using said words:

While driving home from Costco a couple of weeks ago, I was feeling a little docaless. All of the pavercin I had been taking wasn't helping. This is all besides the chamene, obviously. I was almost home when a remblec-of-a-cop flashed me over.

What?! I was only going four over the speed limit. I was feeling grarse, and let's be honest, a little nocatem.

Anyway, we had a little talk. He looked to be a little doloofi, don't tell him I said that. It so happens that my stickers on my plates were three months over due. Opalty, I tried not to blame Bryce. He took my information with him to his car and I was just chalizin, waiting for him to come back. As was his syciv duty, he let me off the hook....after I claimed innocence, and assured him it would be taken care of proace.

Needless, to the say, this small little corkyp made me more aware of taking care of things in a pache manner.

Fecoinal,

Katie