Minus. What an awkward word.

Dearest you,

Since everyone else is blogging today I thought I had best follow suit.
I have nothing humorous to share of the past few days...Well, maybe except the random lady--who I'd met once before (apparently) but didn't remember-- at a graduation party who tried to set me up with her college son (who wasn't even present) for a full five minutes. As I was looking rather confused at the sudden change of topic, her daughter turned to me and said bluntly, "She's trying to set you up with my brother."Oh, ok, that makes sense. NOT. Remind me when I've got a college-aged son not to try to play matchmaker between him and a random girl I don't know in the least. Makes no sense, if you ask me. But a lot of things don't make sense.
Annnd, that's all I can think of to make you laugh.

Have you ever wondered how, when you're unconscious (as in sleeping. Although, maybe it could happen if you're knocked out too. I wouldn't know, so don't take my word for it unless I'm filling in for LeVar Burton on Reading Rainbow...which has probably been discontinued anyways, so forget that.), your mind can take bits of reality and mix it with fantasy? Like how you can dream of a problem you were thinking of before you fell asleep, and in the same scene out jumps a gargoyle or you fall off a cliff and start flying? (These examples are by no means the actual dreams of the writer and should not be associated with her. Certain terms and conditions apply. See store for details, or log on to www.whatswrongwithsophie.com)

BTW, don't actually google that site. Who knows what you'll find...


Praise God for forgiveness! God knows we all need it. Literally.

Con amore,
Sophie


P.S. And because it is the title of this post, I had to throw it in here somewhere. Minus. Yep, it's still awkward.