You’ll find out soon enough young Jedi
But mom…why does that underwear go in your butt?
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Breaking the rules
If you know me, you know I am the ultimate “rule girl”. I don’t like breaking the rules. Walking across the street when it says DON’T WALK, that’s out. Walking into a neighbor’s new construction project when no one is there, just to “check it out”, is totally out.
I like playing by the rules. I’m comfortable that way.
But, the damn public library has forced me to go against all that feels comfortable to me. And honestly, if this is the start of my downfall, the whole internet will know who is to blame. THE LIBRARY.
I am reading Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy and I went online to renew it. The two weeks I had it checked-out just has not been enough time. Once online, I was told that I can’t check it out again because there is a waiting list.
After my rage subsided, I set the book on the counter top to take back to the library in the morning. I realized I may never finish the book. I am not going to get back on the waiting list, I have already waited. I am not going to buy it, I’m almost done. I will just take it back and try to picture my own ending.
When I awoke in the morning I had a realization. I can keep the book. I can keep it past the due date and finish it. Yes, I said PAST THE DUE DATE. I know, it gives me the chills too, so against the rules.
I may have to pay 30 cents to those bastards, but I will keep it past what my little white ticket says I can, and I will feel good about it!
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The kids and I often look at the clouds and tell each other what we think we see in them, a horse, a dragon, an ice cream cone. For the last two days PJ has been telling me what her poop looks like.
Day 1: a big finger
Day 2: a club
Hmmm, what long straight object is in store for tomorrow?
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As I was hang’n out in the front yard, watching the kids on the slip n’ slid, my neighbors came over with their two kids, their bathing suits and a few rum and Frescas.
Now, I typically don’t drink rum and I don’t think I have ever drunk a Fresca, but SWEET SANTA ON A SLEIGH RIDE, I’ll haves me another!
Filed under friends | Comment (0)Just in case you too needed clarification…
Hairshirt: A garment of rough cloth made from goats’ hair and worn in the form of a shirt or as a girdle around the loins, by way of mortification and penance. To find out more than you ever wanted to know about the hairshirt, click here.
PJ’s Princess tap-taps:
Little gold shoes that make PJ feel good inside and put almost every outfit she owns right over the top.