‘n’ is for Nuh-Nuh… or Nuna, which is what my father’s mother always was to us. Isn’t that the most beautiful picture ever? She was a nurse… which is also an ‘n.’ What do you call your grandparents?
‘n’ is for nose… and mine is crooked to the left.
‘n’ is for Neuschwanstein… the castle I spent many a summer vacation touring when I lived overseas. There’s this reeeeeeeally high bridge that used to simultaneously terrify and thrill me to tears.
‘n’ is for narcotics… which I have limited experience with. One experience, to be exact: Stadol, during labor with Ry. It was such a horrific 12 hours that I can assure you I have no desire to experiment with other narcotics of any kind.
‘n’ is for news…which I watch little of. I get most of my news from the internet and NPR. This allows me more world news and less backwoods family stabbing news. It also allows me more information and less anchor frustration.
‘n’ is for Nothin’ Better to Do… this song by Leann Rimes. It makes me want to stop my car and dance on the highway.
Happy Monday, Y’all 🙂