Sometimes, specifically at this time, life is just too good for me to be posting. My job fits me perfectly, my family keeps encouraging me to gain weight, I have three living grandparents, a fourth date (with the same person) is pending, the Goose is running like a charm,... what do ya say to all that?? At forty, I look like I'm thirty, feel like I'm in highschool and have the wisdom of fifty (give or take). Mostly I write here when I am examining something, whether internal/external, emotional or physical, however there is precious little that bears close scrutiny just now. Perhaps I should be looking over my shoulder for that big glob of pookie hurtling towards my head. Or maybe I should just ride my happy wave and accept that I've rather got it together. Lord knows it will all start unravelling soon, but for the nonce I can't think of a sinlge thing to bitch about other than the fact that I remain the most UN-photogenic person in the galaxy.
Kiss, kiss and toodles
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1 comment:
Maybe your un-photogenic-ness is due to the fact that a still photo cannot capture a miracle in progress?
*smiles*
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