Just a few of my thoughts today

I realised the other day that when my mum was my age I was 12 years old.
I actually remember her being my age.
Don't know why but I found this whole thing very bazarre, but I do. I don't feel old enough to be a mum, let alone remember when my mum was my age. It's a little confusing if you think about it too much.

So as everyone who has stepped foot in any retail outlet in the past week will know that the general public has clicked into christmas shopping mode. I was swamped today, asked a thousand questions and lost count how many cases I slugged from the warehouse to the foor and up to the cash.

Of course do to the fact tht I forgot my age I was up chatting way to late last night. I remember being able to party till the wee hours, go to work in the morning (waitressing) then do it all again the next night. NOW, hell I'm up to 1am and then dragging my ass around the next day.

But it was still a great gab session and I'm all fired up to get some writing done. The voices in my head were clamboring over each other while I was at work today. Whispering their secrets, tempting my to jump into their story.
I only have two hands and one keyboard. I may need one of those mental ticket dispensers. If each voice would take a number you will get your turn when it comes.

Nono buddy sorry I know your big and you can growl all you like but you have to wait. Unless you belong in a bikini on south beach, You'll just have to be patient.

Now serving number 35.....