Thus spaketh Oscar Wilde (at least according to my 30 second internet research). So, you know how last week I was all sad? Well, now I’m not. Probably because (a#1) the PMS-y time is over and (b#2) I ran 10.14 miles yesterday. Let’s elaborate on B#2, shall we? Yesterday, I had the day off work….
I loathe January. It’s the only time of year I feel like I can’t really find my feet. Every visible path is littered with obstacles, detours & leftover Christmas candy. The days might be getting longer, but it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it. The sun doesn’t even rise before 7 am until close…
I think I’m going to get a tattoo on my left hand that says, “What do you really want?” & one on my right that says, “Are you sure the answer is ‘a cookie’?” (And maybe one on my forehead to announce to the world that I’m a Work in Progress.) When I remember to…
*Well, almost. Last night, I was trying to explain to the architect how I’d bought a share in a unicorn. Architect: Blank stare Me: Well, not a real unicorn. Not anymore. It’s dead. Architect: You bought a share of a dead unicorn? Is this like when you bought a share of a steer, named it…
I woke up GRUMPY this morning. Grump. EEEEE. This was likely because we were out of coffee. I love coffee in a nearly pathological way. There was a wee bit of (wonderfully delicious fantastic) coffee left from my holiday gift from my in-laws, but not enough for a full cup. I made it anyway. I…