If you haven’t read the Foreign Animal Exchange post below introducing the Rambling Raccoon, you may not understand why I feel compelled to continue pleading my case. I’m REALLY not crazy. Shortly after I posted the entry below, Amanda read the following quote to me.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. – John Mayer

There. Now I think that explains it all. I’m not odd. I’m simply a 64 pack of crayons! And, I don’t think I’m missing any. In fact, I go in so many different directions at one time I might actually have been a 100 box of crayons at one point – back in the day.

Now… those of you who are my “real life” friends will know that I’ve probably had a coffee today or a Pepsi or egads… BOTH! And, I’ve not had much sleep the last few days. I only get like this when I’m tired and can’t sleep because of caffeine!