Waterlogged

I was feverishly thinking… when suddenly my imagination just spilled! Or rather my bucket was simply empty, until my Hubby just walked in! Everything he said was priceless, it’s a shame my memory… is so bad… I’d love to tell you what’s so funny, but don’t remember. Oh well, so sad! As the moon is waning, and the ideas get rather low. Never fear! Here we go! I wish, I wish, my brain could flow, more like a waterfall! But, Oh NO! Oh No! Hubby’s a morning person, on a roll, if only I could slow him down, at times! Might get a cup of coffee! But ran to my computer, cause I’m so very far behind! He has kept my boat afloat, and me above the water, so very many times. He leaves behind so many tidbits, that later they continue to flood, thru my mind! The level of my idea bucket is like a true water tide, and when he goes to work… Suddenly I see the current, after swimming thru, all his crazy thoughts and words! But when he leaves I jump straight in! I’m always in a tether… will I sink or swim. He’s taught me how to float, though I still become a little water logged, of limb. But for now LOOK OUT! Splash! I’m going to dive right in! Yep! He's the source of my Nile...Here I go again!