CAUGHT UP. This is today. Well. I worked a dirty dub at the Lube. So tired. Came home and ate dairy. Wise? No. But damn it was yummy. Surely, Shirley, I will be paying for this in the morning. And while I cry through the pain, I will think, ‘Damn, that was worth it.’
But holy fuck I hope we have soy milk in the morning cuz I would love to bypass the whole tearful indigestion part.
Leah made a sign for my mommy:
My mother and I have a few things in common. Well, ok, I probably get it from my dad, too, so I’m being gang-banged by the affliction of Bad Memory. But sometimes my mom forgets to take her pills. And she always says, “Now, why didn’t you remind me?” We usually just give her one of those blank stares with a few intermittent blinks. But Leah is really pro-active about this. One day, there was a post-it note on the toaster that said, “Mom, did you take your pills?” They were everywhere. While the one on the toaster may have been a fire hazard, it was still kind. Kind. Well. Leah went all out this time. She colored the sign and everything. Like. This sign took time.
The cool thing about Love is… when you draw it, it can look so many different ways. If you ask me, Leah drew Love.
Also. Side note. Badittudes (bad attitudes) are contagious. It’s like a terrible chain reaction. I’m speaking from experience. Once upon a time, I was crabby. Yes, I was crabby. And I watched my crabbiness rot away someone else’s good mood. And then I watched them infect someone else with a bad attitude. Well that all could have been avoided if I had been more pro-active about my badittude. So. While I know Misery loves company, I’m sure Happiness wouldn’t mind a pal or two. And wouldn’t you rather infect someone with happiness than crabbiness?
You don’t have to be sad if you don’t want to be.
“If you leave me, you’re out of your mind.”
~”Countdown” by Beyonce
43 days til Just Another Day.
(Yeah you think it’s gonna be all about something and then you’re like, “Oh?”)