Here We Go Again
My neighbour and I have committed to doing the 30-Day Shred together starting tonight. I convinced her by looking up one of my last posts from my first experience with it, which featured pretty damn awesome results after level 2 - after which I
promptly up and quit the program vaguely considered continuing for several days before acknowledging that I’d essentially already quit.
Dear Past Self:
You’re an asshole for quitting when you were two-thirds of the way through. You were down multiple inches and up visible muscles! Imagine the possibilities if you’d kicked ass for the full thirty days!
No quitting this time.
P.S. Remember how you’re going to be sitting on a beach in two months? Cuba is not the place for your “mom” bathing suit.
Evidently, the way into my pants is through my library.
So Friday night reading turned into Friday night other stuff after I confessed to the Husband that the shared-reading thing was a massive turn-on.
He just walked to the couch while caressing a book, calling my name in what I presume he felt was a seductive manner, and giving me the sexy eyebrow.
I’m a little troubled by how well it’s working.
Outlook keeps popping up reminders and calendar notifications.
It’s like it wants me to actually work today.
It’s Friday night, and I’m actively living one of my childhood fantasies: sitting in total silence with the Husband, reading on opposite ends of the couch.
Life is good.
I had to copy and paste an email from a colleague into Word and change the font to Arial so I could read it.
Kunstler Script is not an appropriate business email font choice. Especially in 14pt font.
This is arguably the weirdest parenting task I’ve had to date.
I have to write a note to a bus driver verifying that Dictator does indeed own a small stuffed cat named Pepper, because some other kid also claims he belongs to her, and the bus driver has confiscated the damn thing until one kid’s parents settles the score.
Sharing Is Caring
Unless what you’re sharing is a vile stomach bug.
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Whoa. WHAT? Is this how this works? Mind. Blown.
I hear a lot of good comparisons about what anxiety is like.
But for me its like walking a balance beam every single day. Somedays my footing is sure and everything is easy, other days my balance is off and I take each step with dread in my stomach as I struggle to stay upright.
Then sometimes I just sit down on the balance beam and not move, because it’s just too fucking hard and I don’t give a shit.
And no one else can see the balance beam or understand why I can’t just hop off it and walk on the ground.
Oh, I’m crying. Well played, Grandma.
I stand corrected.
I asked Dictator about the cat-wearing-a-necklace thing and said, “I know he didn’t put that on himself!”
Wrong. She demonstrated.
If you hold a stretchy bracelet up at his eye level, the cat actually pushes his dim little skull through it.
Told you. Fancy.