I often wear mismatched socks. I used to, anyway. Now I just skip the socks entirely. It's too much work to find reasonable pair.
Still like the new haircut, and lavish compliments keep coming.
Hail just sucks.
Tornadoes in the suburbs suck, too.
I wonder how many of my Facebook "friends" have my updates turned off. I don't want to know.
My memory is getting frighteningly poor. Why can't I remember things for more than 15 minutes?
I am now only six pounds away from 200. I have always said (and told my husband) that if I hit 200 pounds, he should kill me, or at least, not stand in my way when I kill myself. Hell, he can't stop me--I've got 50 pounds on him. Sigh. Sob.
I miss writing. I really miss writing. I'm in too much physical pain to concentrate on intelligent thoughts.
I am tired of thinking. Thinking is wearing me out. Why do humans have to think as an autonomic function?
Frank had to use the handtowels to dry off after his shower (bad planning). We have two bathrooms (one and a half, actually), each very different colors. Why then does he think the aqua towels would go in the sage green/gold bathroom? Isn't this obvious?
I have four Facebook friends in my husband's family...and one in mine.
I'm sad. I'm always sad. Why can't I get unsad?
Frank spent the day painting the living and dining room ceilings while an electrician finished installing the new lighting in the basement. The house is quite...bright.
Is it necessary for the late news to dedicate 20 minutes to sports? If so, why?
I finished Molly's earrings last week, but the real challenge will be actually getting them in the mail.
This list is exactly how my brain talks to me all day long.
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