So y'know - I was gonna write about how I haven't been doing very well, but a few things happened. One, I did some major retail therapy with the kid last night. She needed school clothes, I needed D-Con traps (fucking waterbugs), a vegetable peeler and apparently a cute gray skirt and some black ballet flats...huh, who knew? Target is still reeling. So's my checking account. Ahem.
Two, I had a brownie with lunch. Never understimate the power of chocolate, folks. NE - VER.
Three, I tried to write how I was feeling and besides being reeeeeally overblown and purple prose-y, it was so self-indulgent that I just wanted to scream. So I did. And then I hit the backspace key repeatedly.
Four, I was psycho-analyzed by the most insightful woman on the internet and we figured out that my current state of insanity just *might* have something to do with watching my hometown get destroyed. Huh? You think?? Maybe that might make a person feel a little insecure and weird? hm....
So yeah - I've been wallowing a bit over here and I'm working on NOT doing that.
Ignore the mud puddle, hand me a towel, let's move on.
Kiddo and I were watching some show on VH1 the other day and a commercial for some promotion involving Sidekicks came on and she sighed wistfully and said, "I wish I had a Sidekick."
I looked at her and kind of arched my eyebrow and gave the best "what-on-Earth-do-you-need-a-Sidekick-for-you-little-weirdo" look I could possibly muster. She looked at me and said, "Oh, no - not the phone" and her eyes lit up as she continued, "the person!!"
She still doesn't understand why I fell out of the chair laughing.
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