I have an addictive personality.  I just decided this today.  Did you know you could decide to be an addict?  Not really.  I guess it was more of a discovery on my part.

I am addicted to Candy Crush.  I blame Sally.  Who tells me I should blame her Dear Hubby.  Who doesn’t even play it any more and deleted it off his device.  What an enabler he is!  There are CC addicts all over the world, all because of Sally’s Dear Hubby.  I bet he didn’t know he could wield such power.  If you don’t know about Candy Crush, do not, I repeat DO NOT try to find out.  It’s evil, I tell ya.  It can take over your life.  You’ve been warned.  I need an intervention.

I’ve been addicted to Words with Friends for a long time.  But I can justify that one.  It keeps me connected with all my friends.  And I’m happiest when I’m connected with all my friends.  Even when they play two 7 letter words in one game and make me crazy.  You know who you are.  And one of these days, I’ll forgive you for that one.

I’m addicted to email.  Again – can you say connected with friends?  When you are living in a far off foreign country, email is a very, very good thing.  Don’t mess with my wifi.  If you know what’s good for you.

I blog all the time in my head.  All the time.  So even though you certainly can’t tell by this blog lately, I guess you could almost say I’m addicted to blogging.  Because I am writing those blogs in my head continuously.  Just sayin’.

I’m addicted to Inklingo and kaleidoscope stars.  Like I didn’t already have nine projects with me in the motorhome this summer to work on.  Yes, nine.  Most of them hand pieced things.  I was very optimistic at the beginning of summer.  Obviously.  And I have one of them finished.  You read that right.  One.  I blame Candy Crush.  And Words with Friends.  And email.  And kaleidoscope stars.  And anything else I can think of.

So all I can say is…. it’s a good thing I don’t drink.  Well, except for that tasty margarita wine that Pam made me drink back in July.  I don’t think it counts.

Candy Crushing my day away, while watching the leaves turn colors out my window,
Barb, 63° and raining

P.S.  Seriously.  I swear you can almost watch the leaves turn.  Is that like watching paint dry?  There are bright golden trees outside my window today that I’m sure were green yesterday.  It’s amazing!  You Texas friends have no idea…..