I can’t write today. My brain is an over-stimulated mess of feelings and impressions and random solutions to issues with my home office design and my dream about buying baby gifts for two families and asking them to share... Not one of those spinning opinions or observations has made themselves into an actual idea worth babbling about. Perhaps it’s because the sun is finally shining here and the temperature isn’t stupid cold and I have to leave for work in an hour and I’m hungry and really want a plate of fried potatoes but am settling for fruit.
Ugh. I really can’t write today.
Let’s just say I’m hopeful that today will be a good day and I’ll do my best to find the humor in each bump that comes my way. Maybe it will be a post someday.
I'll leave you with this lovely text from Husband yesterday - picture of me and the neighbor (not the dead one) taken from the security camera in front of the house.
He then proceeded to make Fresh Prince references all night.
Husband is an ass.
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