They’re the big kids now. No more cushy, bendable rules. No more rainbows and butterflies.
It’s not a mid-life crisis. If it were, I’d be driving around in an orange Chevy Camaro.
Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? That brain scan is freaking amazing!
I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm this morning which was a dark and too early 5:30 a.m. Never, over the summer, would I have done this!
It’s like I dropped it somewhere back last year and kept moving forward without remembering to run back and get it.
Call me what you will…brute, barbarian, not-a-bird-lover…. That’s fair.
As if the bunting in my house that I’ve thrown together since becoming the proud owner of a sewing machine isn’t enough, I decided that it was extremely necessary for me to have one adorn our backyard pergola.
Today was a long time coming. I finally sat down to compose a bunch of words that come from the thoughtful and emotional side of my brain that I one day soon would hope to turn into a book.
It could have been much worse. It could have been a really bad word. Or gesture. It was really bad. But not the worst.