“I stumble into shame…” is what I was going to say — before I was rudely interrupted by an alarm-level thought that I needed to update my CAQH profile. You know, the professional organization that holds all the most important details of my business for insurance purposes.
So off I went.
That site makes me madder than a wet hen. Are there sayings like that you remember your grandpappy saying? I can’t say my Papa ever did, but I can picture my mom or grandma tossing it out. Or this one: I’m so mad I could spit nails.
A wet hen. Have I ever even seen one? Maybe. We did have that rooster — remember, early blogging days — that stunted-growth fellow who started attacking us? I’m fairly certain I sprayed him with the hose at least once. I don’t think that’s what made him mad, though. I think he was just being himself, biology shouting “Attack!” at every moving thing.
Well. Except for the ducks. He’d court and love all over them.
Anyway.
Mind if I head to bed? I’m tempted to give you all my why’s, but let’s just say… because I feel like it.
That should do.
Love,
Jaclynn