The setup: I had a headache Sunday night. By the time 10:00pm rolled around (which my body recognized as only 9:00pm because it was Daylight Savings Time Sunday) I just wanted to go to bed and close my eyes. I finally climbed into bed 50 minutes later and prayed I’d be able to fall asleep. At 11:33, I looked at my clock again and sighed. No relief yet.
Sleep did come. It must have come. Because at 12:17am I was awakened to a loud crash.
Back in June, my niece Nic and her family moved across the country to a warmer climate. A place where ‘pop’ is referred to as ‘soda’ and my soon-to-be two year old grand-niece is picking up a southern drawl, y’all.
My grand-nephew B is as smart as ever. I know you think I’m biased but he really is the cutest four year old out there today. Seriously.
The color was white
but the winter has been hard
even for the cars.
“You need to wash it,”
they said to me more than once
“It is a white car.”
At last, I listened
and I paid ten whole dollars
to wash the car clean.
The very next day
it rained and snowed and rained more
on my so clean car.
That is not the end,
as I drove home on wet roads
scowling the whole ride
a dirty mean rock
left a chip in my windshield.
Bleeping-bleep rock chip.
Yes, this is a drought
(sigh) so I should be thankful
for all the moisture.
And am I grateful?
I have no pleasant comment –
ask me later, k?
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So, how would you pour this detergent?
By the handle and risk the mess?
Or awkwardly to use the easy (not so easy in this case) spout?
I never used to watch PBS. In fact, I made fun of people who watched public programming. Sort of. I mocked them by mocking myself. I’ve even described people by saying things like, “She’s PBS and I’m E!. We will never be friends.”
I’d like to point out it’s been years since I’ve watched anything on E!. This confession has nothing to do with this post, I just want to put it out there.
Sometimes I pray to be awesome
and I wait for that gift to come.
We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.
I could have been an Olympian –
trust me, my efforts would be so bold –
but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –
and I don’t really like the cold –
if it weren’t for those few details though –
you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!
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