I don’t know why we call it draggin ass. Maybe those guys with the droopy pants are draggin ass, but my ass is relentlessly buoyant. My tummy, after three abdominal surgeries in four years, has long been an entity unto itself, but even still, it leads with aplomb.
My mood, now that’s another matter.
I’m about ready for a nap.
I have slept every night, all week. All week with the sleeping at night. Last night, I dozed off on The Mister and he woke me up because I snored at him. Good for me. I love to snore my face. And to beat him to it. I hope I become a louder, more obnoxious snorer as I age. I hope I fall into my pillow and snore within minutes. Imagine us harmonizing — me, a wee hedge trimmer, him, a bigass chainsaw.
We all have relationship goals, amirite?
I see sunrises all the time now and I still don’t know what’s so freakin fabulous about em. I’ll have you know the underside of my eyelids is far more beautiful than any sunrise I’ve ever seen. Also, because of the internet, I can look at beautiful sunrises from all over the world whenever I want.
Took a photo of the sunrise this morning and at best I’m meh about it. Sure, it was pretty.
It’s the sky. It does that.
I suspect it’s different if you wake up as the sun rises and you exclaim, “Yay! Another day! Woot!” and pop up like Jack-in-the-Box, whereas I wake up in the dark like, “My bed is the most wonderful place in the whole wide world and I am in love with this pillow and I am so comfortable, not too hot and not too cold, and not a single cell in my body hurts and I have literally never been so relaxed in my whole life and, aw, kitty, and WHY DO I LIVE IN A SOCIETY THAT STARTS ITS DAY NOW?!?” I sorta roll out and set my feet down and cry at the moon. I carry my clothes to the dining room and hop around puttin on socks while my hair swoops around my head as if it makes its own wind…
Then into the black I drive.
At this point I tell myself at least I don’t live in the godforsaken state of Georgia and at least it’s not scorching hot, and then I get on with my life. I usually proclaim, “Look at me, doin the fings” and then on Monday, “Look at me, doin the fings, not hittin the trash bins.”
Lately, I’ve had the pleasure of watching the leaves fall and swirl as I drive, and I do love that. Of course, it does that all day, in case you didn’t know.
Today is a magical day, because my tasks are as follows:
1. Brush the animals
That’s basically a free day in housewifery. I got to that by linin up my bingo the rest of the week. I have no phone calls to make, nothin to mail, no reason to shop.
After my nap, I’ll probably wake up all YAY! WOOT!
at which point I will have the energy to make a new list
Shh, be in the now.
Happy Friday Everyone!