I got the song stuck in my head, ya know, “Long-haired freaky people need not apply…” I am a long-haired freaky person and I already have a job, so that’s cool, whatever, but you shouldn’t be like that, man. I got three inches cut off my hair last weekend, and I am no less freaky. I don’t look hippie-dippy-trippy but I am and in no way does this impact my job performance.
My husband drives through parking garages like he’s the little red car in his Fisher-Price toy model, while I prefer to ride my brake at various levels. I do not need a speed limit sign, thank you.
Astrological signs? I’m Sagittarius and proud, so I’ve mentioned that a few times. So is The Mister and so is Moo, and I think I’ve mentioned that, too. In fact, Bubba and Sissy are Aries, so poor lil Libra Sassy has had to live her entire life fanning the flames of fire signs. You’d think she’d pair off with a cool Gemini, but she’s chosen a Leo. They had their first anniversary this month and he brought her flowers and took her out for ice cream, cause Leos are big on romance and gifts.
Signs that your immune system is wonky and you may need some downtime? I have three. You don’t wanna hear about them, and writing about them would only heighten my anxiety.
Signs you’re tired? You cannot finish dinner, you don’t want dessert, you get grumpy and begin to whine about why the sun is still up at nine o’clock. Screw the dishes and get this bra offa me! You’re in bed by ten o’clock on Friday night and damn happy about it.
I’m not often tired, but when I am, it’s real and it fills the air, thick with my disdain and the horror that it is. I get, like, Toddler Tired.
Signs you’re getting older? Good grief, what ISN’T a sign you’re getting older? Since I had children, I like to do this thing where I maximize my trips around the house. I go into the kitchen to stir the fettuccine, check the bread, and make myself some tea. I come back, sit down, and swear, cause DO I HAVE TEA? No!
The absolute worst times are when I go into a room to do a thing, do ten other things, and leave the room without doing the very thing I went in there to do.
This is getting worse with age. I guess the good part is I get up more often. Heh.
The signage in this city is whack. If I were from out of town, I would NOT like visiting here. I do go on about it. I think that may be a sign of age as well, because when I go down to visit my parents where all the officially old people live, I can’t help but notice the signs are fabulous. It’s like they don’t want you to get lost.
This sign I barely caught years ago is still my all time favorite email fail.
You can email her at mefail at aol. LAWL!