In fact, I'm resenting the hell out of the fact that I'm even trying to write coherent, sequential thoughts right now.
I am hyper aware of all the stuff on my desk. Most of it is clutter (the plastic bag in which I packed my sandwich, the Post-it I haven't thrown away yet, the keys I apparently refuse to put in my purse, etc.).
I just figured out my fidgety attitude. It is GORGEOUS outside today and well above 50 degrees. That mess doesn't happen very often in pre-Spring Indiana, so when it does, I want to frolic.
You heard me. I want to frolic and frolic good!
And I want a puppy! And fresh cut flowers! And a banana-chocolate chip muffin the size of a small child's head!
I'm feeling very impulsive which is bad for me. That's when I will go to Dick's Sporting Goods and purchase a pair of top-of-the-line canoeing shoes in day-glo orange to match my new, chemically altered gecko. Neither of these are good ideas.
I should be churning butter or reupholstering my sofa. I don't know how to do either of those things, but damned if I shouldn't be doing both of them at the same time!
Oh my gosh, I just figured out who I am at this precise moment. I am the little girl in church that runs to the front of the sanctuary and lifts her dress over her head. At this moment, I totally know where that child is coming from.
Well, if Bambi has taught us anything, Spring will soon be here and we will all be twitterpated to the nth degree.
Looking forward to it!
You heard me. I want to frolic and frolic good!
And I want a puppy! And fresh cut flowers! And a banana-chocolate chip muffin the size of a small child's head!
I'm feeling very impulsive which is bad for me. That's when I will go to Dick's Sporting Goods and purchase a pair of top-of-the-line canoeing shoes in day-glo orange to match my new, chemically altered gecko. Neither of these are good ideas.
I should be churning butter or reupholstering my sofa. I don't know how to do either of those things, but damned if I shouldn't be doing both of them at the same time!
Oh my gosh, I just figured out who I am at this precise moment. I am the little girl in church that runs to the front of the sanctuary and lifts her dress over her head. At this moment, I totally know where that child is coming from.
Well, if Bambi has taught us anything, Spring will soon be here and we will all be twitterpated to the nth degree.
Looking forward to it!
2 comments:
Haha! I love that scene in "Bambi," but I hate the word "twitterpated." It's such an odd word . . .
In other news . . . I feel like I'm making comments on here all the time, and I wonder if you think it's weird. Let me explain myself, though:
1) I notice whenever you update your blog because I have it in my Google reader.
2) I sometimes get a little antsy at work and need something else to do.
3) You have one of the most interesting blogs lately. I was getting bored of a lot of stuff. I might blog about that later, actually.
Okay, I think that's it. :)
I'm going to make sure Nora always has on underpants with ruffles if she's wearing a dress at church. If she's anything like me, she is that little girl, too.
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