Did Anyone Find My Impulse Control Button?

I know my blog has been a bit more random than usual, probably a bit boring, mixed with sad, and with some "what the hell is she thinking, she scares me!' posts. I have visited all your blogs and left really really long comments, if you want me to stop you can e-mail me, as I seem to have lost control of my mind, fingers and keyboard. They are doing what they please. You know some days it's hard to write 10 words, and other days I can just about keep typing forever...
Impulse control is gone, out the door. bye-bye. See ya later. Adios. It's a good thing I have removed myself from the public, except for a quick trip to CVS and they know everything about me from my myriad of prescriptions. A virtual cornucopia, a plethora if you will.
The truth is, I'm just not wrapped too tightly, or maybe I'm wrapped too tight. Good season for me to be comparing my mental health to wrapping, seeing how I was in wrapping HELL, yesterday. I have pictures to prove it, but I'm being pretty anal today about judging my pictures. This one has too much light, this one is at funky angle, and the aww shit I left the ironing board on the coach. Yes, the ironing board is on the coach. Why? Well, when my husband isn't home, I like to pretend I'm on the beach and it wobbles nicely like small waves when you stand on it while it's folded in the down position on the couch, so I give a new meaning to channel surfing, arms out for balance, remote in one hand. Really try it! Ok, so I really don't do that, the ironing board is there to keep the dogs off the couch. Again it's an anal thing.