We now return to our regularly-scheduled awesomeness.
I feel better, I feel cleansed, I feel so glad to have gotten my feelings out on "paper", as it were, and I am now moving on from the insanity. Done. Over. Finito. Plus, I just hate being pissed off. It doesn't suit me well. And I'm not good with confrontations. As my grandma used to say, I will now, "Leave it lay where Jesus flang it."
Today I am wearing fabulously cheap cork wedges and my Goodwill capris that I do have to say - I like them. Other than the fact that they are side-zip, and anyone who thinks side-zip pants are a good idea just has it in for the big girls everywhere, and truly just does not understand how easy it is to get a fleshy mound of hip stuck in a zipper. It can happen; it has happened to me (though not in these pants, thank goodness). So, life is good. I'm still trying to figure out how I woke up with the song "Hand Jive" (from Grease) in my head this morning, but other than that, it's sunshiney, and I feel sunshiney myself. Even the 'E' in "sunshiney" makes me smile. I don't know if it's supposed to be there, but today it makes me happy.
Now if I could just get past the fact that my cousin just emailed me a picture that my sister has up on her MySpace page, and it is precisely the number one most hideous photograph of me (well, there's actually one slightly more offensive picture than that, but it will never see the light of day) that she could have possibly put up. "Hmm. Let's see. Which picture should I put up of the person who probably loves me more than anyone else combined? Oh yes, this one of an elephant with over-straightened hair and a ridiculously huge flower pinned to her chest ought to do nicely." All of the years of waterslides, bike riding, and making up diarrhea songs mean nothing to her because, clearly, my sister does not love me. And apparently, does not need a place to stay when she and her boyfriend come to visit at the end of the month. Because I know that if she were expecting to stay with moi, she would have never put that spectacularly offensive thing up in the first place.
Sam, how does Motel 6 grab ya?
Trying to take the advice scrawled across my coffee cup and "Love the moment"...
3 comments:
"The Cousin" thinks it is a perfectly lovely picture. You should stop being a poop. Just say Joe's-A, Nose-A a coupla times quickly and move on with your day.
You can Motel 6 your BUTT!When I come down we'll take another picture of us to replace the allegedly offensive image. 'Til then, I'm keeping the picture of your perfect nose up. Nanny, nanny.Boo.Boo.
dear god I don't even get a name anymore
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