Hormonal swing through hell, dear, and you?
With this: “Laundry.”
Yesterday a friend dropped by and said, “I like you hair like that.”
A lovely compliment to which I replied, “That’s the way it comes out of my head.” Completely ignoring the fact that it’s silver, not blonde—and the only time she’s ever seen me (and yes, I’ve known her for ten years) I have heated, ironed, or pulled my hair as straight as I can get it.
It means if a dirty dish is left in the sink I am liable to hunt down the culprit and make their imminent and perilous fate abundantly clear.
Furthermore, I will hurl invective at any and all objects that thwart my purpose. Especially the computer. And often my iPhone, which I believe is possessed of the malignant spirit of Steve Jobs. Mister Lester has been known to pry the phone from my wrathful little fist, crooning gently, “Let me just reboot that for you, sweetheart…”
Considering my last post, this might give you a bit of a fright. But really I behave very well in public. And if your book club meets the second week of the month just hand me a sugary, carbonated, caffeinated beverage and all will be well.
I’m taking a couple days off from the blog.
Be well and be happy!