I want a Saturday ice cream truck with sprinkley music to come through my neighborhood, but pick up my “to be donated” bags of stuff instead. I’d be listening for it, y’all! And screaming not to miss it!
Currently in the process of seeking, reviewing, selecting, insurance, paperwork, appointment setting etc. for 6 different healthcare professionals for 2 kids. Fucking tired.
Relationship capsule: he has offered to make me lunch on the daily so I’m not starving by 3pm when I finish work. I refuse and starve because I don’t want to deal with the 1000 questions and convos that will go into each lovingly prepared meal. #dilemma
To the coworkers gabbing loudly on the 10pm flight-maybe you could turn up the interest level on your convo-salacious gossip, life changing moment, scone recipe? Snarkily, 10B (and rest of plane)
Cellophane covered hardback library book and newspaper page folded in fourths to the crossword puzzle. I see you lovely senior airplane passenger lady.
Phrase most heard (by me) in this phase of marriage is “oooohhhh, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right” because he can’t remember any damn thing I tell him. (Exception -a brief mention of a new gadget that might solve a minor issue - remembered and purchased!)
Anyone who introduces themselves as being from “…the Great State of …” gets a flat palm and a Nope from me. What is that? Are you better? Are you compensating, trying to will it into being? What? You’re serving a states’ rights vibe and it’s not cute.
Hard crunchy snacks block the muttering and mumbling. I can’t even hear the bickering and bumbling. All I get is the sound of crunchy sand ch ch ch. (apologies to Encanto)
Post COVID miracle (of sorts) Jim pointed out to me twice that he has refrained from narrating his man-cold this week. (Even though he really wants to give me the blow by blow - get it?)