I got nuthin’ to say this morning except that it’s raining — and I’ve turned every light on in the house even though it’s only 9:00am. This reminds me that fall is coming and after that, eight months of darkness. The ladies of Jcrewville will have to pack their Lily Pulitzer away until next year.
My daughters need new shoes and soccer cleats. Despite the dirt and neglect, their feet somehow grew spectacularly this summer.
Next year, I will have seven hours and ten minutes each day all to myself. I need to get back in shape and even more daunting…find a job (insert neuroses and insomnia here).
Suggestions are welcome.
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Well, for neuroses, you should pick something benign, like “must have music on at all times” and “have to have 1 oz of Dove dark chocolate at 4:00 every day.”
And for the insomnia, may I suggest watching the late-night and early morning lineup on USA? I love Cold Case reruns.
What. This isn’t what you meant?
Yeah Dude, that’s what exactly I meant. Help me with the insomnia, because the new career after eight years at home – I got that all figured out. 🙂
P.S. Only 1 oz?
LOL, just keep on Keeping-on.
Jobs are overrated. I’m beginning to think being a kept woman has its perks. (The 20 year old raging feminist still trapped inside me just died a little. But she used to get more sleep so…whatever.)
Oh I’ve been kept all right — kept broke (bwahahahah!). BTW, I don’t think the 20 year-old raging feminist inside you died, I think the growing fetus inside you is sitting on her.
I was so bummed when I read this last week. I guess I’ve been looking here for smiles (laughs) and didn’t realize it.
Our weather started out today like your picture. By the time the sun came out this afternoon, I was on my way out the door with a smile. If I slow down, it gets me down.
Your next job should incorporate your photos and stories. I’m not sure how but you clearly have strength in both.
Thank you – it’s good to hear from you — you’ve spoiled me with your encouraging comments. If I don’t hear from you, I wonder get all “my writing sucks” and then, after I’m done thinking about me (which can take a while, sadly) I worry about you and your health. I’m glad you left your house with a smile. That’s the best way to do it.