Spontaneous Porch Swings

So I grab a clean-wipe as I walk into Smiths and head for the trail mix. I make it 3 or 4 isles and eye an inviting porch swing. I try to resist the urge, but being on break the offer is even more inviting and I relent. Hence, here I sit (a few hours ago) swinging softly, entertaining random thoughts like 'Would blogging be so big if we (i.e. me) had a living breathing journal (i.e. a good woman) to share spontaneous porch swings, random thoughts, and life?' Hmmm...either way, the story would be better.