I'm having a busy week. Nothing exciting of course. Excitement is not my middle name. Actually, I kinda, sorta, don't have a middle name really. Oh! Caught myself just in time. I was about to digress, which I hardly ever do as you all know. But, no, I stopped myself.
I'm not gonna tell you about how I hate my first name, and so I always used my middle name, but then after I married, I dropped the first name altogether and went with the middle name, which is now my first name, and then stuck my maiden name in where my middle name used to be, and so now, in a kinda, sorta way, I don't have a middle name.
Not going to go into that. Not at all. Didn't digress one tiny, itty-bitty bit.
I'm so proud.
I remind myself of a Shel Silverstein poem, called Smart:
"My dad gave me one dollar bill
'Cause I’m his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes – I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head –
Too proud of me to speak!"
Bet you all feel the very same way about me! Too proud of me to speak.