Thursday, June 09, 2011

Hanging on to the Guard Rail

I've got nothin' today. I'm a bit brain-dead. Drained. Hot. Put upon. Beleaguered -- by people who ought to know better. On edge. Crankier by the hour. So, I got nothin'.

Enjoy the song and have a good Thursday. Tomorrow, it's Friday!

I'm not a big Gaga fan, but I really, really like this song.


5 comments:

Skunkfeathers said...

I need to get in the teeth of a good tornado that will force me to hang on the guard rail ;-)

G-Man said...

Cranky?
A sweet little girl like you?
C'mere...Give me your feet.
Old GM will massage your worries away.

Serena said...

Most days I feel like I'm living inside a tornado, Skunk. Any time now, I'm expecting to wake up and find my butt in Oz surrounded by snarky Munchkins.;-)

GM, I would kill for a foot rub. In cold blood. Seriously!:-)

A Kwee Life said...

Ha-ha, yes! I LIKED that one :-) Yes, yes, in deed. I know how you feel.

Serena said...

Thanks, Kwee. Thank God for guard rails, huh?:)