MY DAUGHTER MIGHT TRY TO GET ME OFF FACEBOOK.

Saturday morning waits right outside my door. I have looked out but haven't went out yet. Its still dark. But the air feels wonderful, cool and crisp. Hello Saturday. I'm glad you're here.

Well I may be in trouble with my daughter again. I really do feel bad for my two kids. I am a burden to bear sometimes. I'm so wacky. Sorry kids, its just the luck of the draw. I wrote here all about my wonderful Adirondack chair. And how when my daughter brought it she said she wanted to see no more about that chair on Facebook. I love my chair and have been very good to pretty much stay off Facebook. At least until today.

I talked to my sister this morning. Around five in the morning you can get pretty goofy when the caffeine hasn't really soaked into your brain yet. Well she told me how she wanted to get a new recliner from her kids for Christmas. she has four and her reasoning was they could all go together. Sounded like a plan to me. She asked me if I thought a letter to Santa would help her like it did me. Heck, why not I said. All of her children read Facebook. So we decided I would write every couple of weeks until Christmas to see if Dear Santa would help her. So this morning I kicked it off with the first dear Santa letter. We'll see how it goes.

The only problem here is my daughter. I think it might have been a tad bit embarrassing for her to have her Mother go on Facebook for the world to see and write Santa. And pleading for something to boot. Now I'm on there again but this time for my sister. Sorry Dear heart. But some things just have to done. After all she's my sister. And really old to boot. Much, much older than me.

So I have done it again. Went public with my craziness. Buck up Billie, maybe nobody will read it. But I have promised I would write every two weeks. After all there's only three months till Christmas.So please stay strong. You can always tell people you have no idea who in the world I am.

So I guess on these friendly words I will take my writing paper and make my way back to the real world and out of Blogland one more day. Oh yes, I have my writing paper with me. I need to get another letter ready. But for now, I'm outta here.