And there is no cure for it. I am a chronic furniture re-arranger.
The teeny tiny Army house that I live in keeps me from being able to feed my addiction.
So, I re-arrange the bloggy.
It seems to be bothered by all my "messin' around" with it. My friends and family blog lists are doing odd things.
And, my newest list of "blog-world friends who make me laugh..." Well, it's gone too.
I'll just have to get around to fixing those glitches. After I finish our taxes. And take our sorry behinds to church. And iron some clothes. And wash some clothes. And feed the cats.
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