Aye. Am I alone, floating in the boat, in the land of homework hell? Just wondering. Wanted to see if I needed to make friends with a volleyball or not.
Do people hibernate? I'm convinced we do. Or I've just decided this is the reason for my wanting to stay under the covers and become a professional snoozer. The fact that I haven't seen the sun in 8 days and it hasn't been balmier than 45ยบ has driven my inner bear-ness. I live in a cloud. Really. This town is officially a cloud. And not a pretty, billowy cumulonimbus cloud. More like a big, heavy, grey, damp blanket of a cloud. Blah. Wake me when it's spring....
At the grocery store, the local coffee spot, by the Principal(who is clearly older than myself)...that one little ridiculously spelled word- ma'am . I know it's supposed to have an aura of respect, but it reeks of...well...chronological order! I can feel it coming, too. "GRANDE SKINNY VANILLA LATTE!!" shouted by some pierced barista. I look around, puzzled because I am the only one waiting. "Guess that's me...thanks." wait for it...wait for it ... "Have a nice day, ma'am" And there it is. Thanks. Getting old sucks.
I'm at the gym with my husband. It's nice to have a sidekick. He's running on the treadmill beside me. I glance over at him and notice two things; One- He's far too close to the back of the machine. If he flies off and eats floor, I will probably pretend I don't know him. Two- He's holding his hands in a strange way. Like he's giving the hang loose sign....thumbs up, pinky's down...pumping away. In that moment it occurs to me... .th at looks weir d . He's got his headphones in and I can't get his attention to poke fun. Later that night he asks, did I look alright on the treadmill today. Awwww. Bless his sweet, hot little heart. "Yeah. You looked good " I say, all full of kissy face innuendo. "But what's the deal with your hands?" I can actually see him running back the moment in his mind. "Oh. My. GOD ." Says he, now visually disturbed at his recollection. "Yeah. I was thinking, what's up with tha...
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