It’s not for any lack of things to do. I have many. My laundry has taken on a life of it’s own. It shudders when I walk by and I’m pretty sure the lint trap is plotting against me. But I’m BORED. And I’m hungry. Not for lack of food. But for lack of GOOD food. Made by someone else.
2 thoughts on “bungry.”
I am not bored but am fighting the hungry!
LOVE IT!!! Great word.