I'm at home . . .

in Ohio, not Nashville, in striped pajamas, with a purple turbie twist (yes, it's a real thing) on my head. My mom happened to have my blog bookmarked on her old computer, so I followed it. The bookmark, not the computer. It's not as if the computer started beckoning to me with its mouse, while trying to hypnotize me with a swirly, psychedelic screen saver. That would be weird.
Almost as weird as the aforementioned purple turbie twist.