It's Monday morning at 10:14am.
I just now feel like I might live.
I need happy garden pictures today, hope you don't mind.
I got up just an hour ago, and just now finished a breakfast of left over roast beast and a ridiculously fabulous tangerine.
The store was completely out of ground turkey breast the other day - what's a girl to do?
It's been a long weekend, and the cold that has been stalking me for two weeks, finally decided to pounce.
At least I think so - I might be right as rain, and this could be allergies -
since I put in my final shift at the Pier last night and copious amounts of dust was raised
as we reset furniture displays.
Time will tell.
I was moving furniture til near midnight.
I smashed a $100 vase and a $30 glass chicken (of all things!) by accident last night.
I could be wrong, but they might be glad to see me going.
You can't have me - up in a store - way late in the middle of the night - like 10pm - moving heavy things with a dolly.
Accidents will happen.
Last time I worked there, back in the day - I was known as the 'Dolly Mama' - I could maneuver anything anywhere.
It was a longish weekend.
I went to the mall again.
I take back everything I ever said about liking the mall.
I think they need to have a Xanax kiosk.
Watched Larry Crowne with Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts.
Two thumbs up.
I fell hopelessly in love with Tom Hanks character.
I usually fall in love with all of Tom Hanks characters.
It's Martin Luther King Jr's birthday today and it reminds me of when Aaron and I did our homeschooling gig - and we read a book about MLK, and as we read it - we would follow along on Google images and see the actual speeches and marches that we were reading about.
I remember one day in particular looking at images of these men pouring acid into a swimming pool that had about four young black children in it.
I just started bawling my eyes out.
Aaron just looked at me.
I just blubbered on and on.
I just don't understand prejudice.
It makes me mad as a hornet.
Aaron is off of school today and a week ago, when I was feeling chipper and energetic, I told him I'd take him to Ikea today.
Now that I feel like I've had a one night stand with a Mack truck, I've brushed my teeth, rubbed a little lipstick on and I'm about to head out the door to get the BoyChild and embark on the torturous journey.
Just in case you didn't know what love looked like - that's it.
Wish me luck.