Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being.
Lori to me: your eyes match your shirt! so green!
me: my eyes kinda change with what i’m wearing.
Monica to us all: oh man! my eyes are always caca brown…
Eileen to everyone: caca?! it should be brownie brown or something…
I’m bend over in the kitchen and Michael asks, “are you having an existential crisis?” To which I respond, “Me? No. My hammie’s are tight.”
This morning I woke up from a dream of me dreaming that i was swimming only to wake up (doubly inside my dream) to find that I was actually swimming… in the middle of a deserted woodland lake. So, it wasn’t so much the idea of drowning from a nap that woke me but the thought that I was asleep in my dream?
A less disturbing and funnier way to wake up
A few days ago, I was woken up by a text from Alton (my son). It said, “Morning, Sweetie!”.
I thought that was a little strange, but nice none the less.
Then a few seconds later, I got another text from him that said, “Oops, sorry, that was for Leah”. (his girlfriend)
That made more sense, but then I was bummed and texted back, “Oh man, how come I don’t get a good morning sweetie?”
To which he replied, “Good morning Mother Dearest”
When I told Michael about the exchange he said, “Mommy Dearest?” To which I replied, “ha ha, no, i don’t think so. he hasn’t seen that movie”.
prior to to the start of Claire’s varsity volleyball match this evening, I paused before going into the gym. wanting to put off the heat of the gym, I stopped to chat with the freshmen that were working the food booth. we talked about volleyball in general for a few minutes and then it came out that I was Claire’s mom and they said: “oh my god… we love Claire! she’s so cool!”
Mon/Labor day: read :-)
Tues: ballet, strength training, run
Wed: modern, gymastics, bike
Thurs: sail, paddle board
Fri: pt, run, swim
Sat: bike, walk, swim, walk, bike
Sun: light bike