When someone says something that's complete nonsense, sometimes I just raise my arms up high and holler, "Ya-Ya!"
(In my head of course.)
There's nothing very abnormal about my bedside notebook being full of sloppy, written-over mumbo jumbo. Sometimes after I hear the clock dong in the next hour, I give in and write every word in my head. It's rarely page-turning (nor should it keep me up at night), but I usually know what it means. Go to the bank. Make a smoothie. I live with a tiny cranky person. Look for a new art print. But yesterday I noticed something special.