The Sweetest Readers Ever

I'm not sure if you guys know how much I think about you all.

Silly things will run through my head at times, I'll see something and it'll spark a thought about one of you.

Your comments are a balm to my soul.

And I need me some balm up in here today!

You see - I'm a pile of acronyms today.

Even the chickens seem to step to the side when they see me coming....

PMS

ADD

OCD

Oh yes - it's bad today - and the allergy fog that I'm in doesn't help.  My head really doesn't feel attached to my body in any way - which leads to moments such as -

Painting my front door red.

Going out in my pajamas at daybreak to look at it 17 times to assess my approval of said red door.

Crossing the street to look at it.

Getting in the car and driving by from both directions to look at it.

Not knowing if I like it.

Obsessing that the verbena in the pot near the door is more of a fuchsia tone and doesn't match the door.

Wanting to paint the brick wall on the porch red again.

Wanting to be a brunette.

Cancelling all the plans I have on the calendar for the next two weeks.

Adding more plans to the calendar for the next two weeks.

Thinking about pie.

And then - if that weren't enough -

I swore at my bees.

I did.

Now, normally I'm all zen-like up in the hives - enjoying the placid buzzing sound.

The bees were angry my friends.

In fact, so angry - that even though I felt virtually sting proof in my beekeeper get up - they were freaking me out - a lot.

I decided to get out of the bee yard for a bit to let them calm down - and the stinkers followed me all the way back to the house.

And I swore at them.

I know this surprises you.

It did me too.

But, I did take 85lbs of their golden nectar, with about 50lbs more to come.

I have no idea why crack cocaine is so popular when you could access local honey much easier.

Oh ya.

It's that good.

One spoonful and you'll be itching for more.

You'll sell your Longaberger basket collection to get more.

You'll beg, borrow and steal for the regurgitated goodness.

But y'all don't have to go to those lengths.

I'd love to give three jars of it away.

Three pint sized jars of raw honey to three sweet readers.

Continental US only please.

I do have the nicest readers on the web.

Thank you.

All ya have to do is ask me a question, anything - and I'll answer it here on the blog - and choose three winners out of the comments, randomly of course, so no grovelling allowed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go look at paint swatches.

Amen.