Friday, January 4, 2013

A pointless beginning

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I meant to write yesterday because it was 1/3/13 and that's just sort of awesome, but the thing is, I'm reading a really great series and I haven't been in the mood to do anything more than sit in a corner wrapped in a quilt and devour the things one by one. Um, no, not 50 Shades of Grey. I haven't yet and I have no plans to, either, because I have a block about reading books that are "popular" just because they're "popular." You know why? Bridges of Madison County, that's why. That was a hard lesson, but a necessary one. I'm still mad I wasted the two hours it took me to read that thing. I was waiting for it to get better, but it just got worse and worse. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch the wall. And I'm not even a violent person.

Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, never mind.

Johanna keeps wondering if 13 is an unlucky number, and I keep telling her no. What is kind of hilarious about that is that for a long, long time, I was terrified of the number 13. Dumb in retrospect, but I was a kid, so, you know, everything I did was dumb. Anyway, then Johanna was born on the 13th, and suddenly it became one of my favorite numbers ever. Thirteen, twenty-seven, thirty. Johanna, Abby, Eric. Numbers are pretty boring, but those I like.

Although I should probably get it out there that the girls have been out of school now for two weeks, and Eric took this week off to paint the living room/kitchen/hallway, and my mental facilities are beginning to sag. And I'm on head meds and everything, so that's really saying something.

In conclusion I'd like to point out that I have no New Year's resolutions to speak of. I've heard about people picking a word to help guide them through the year, a theme, if you will. So I thought maybe "light" or "mercy," you know, like being all loving and forgiving and happy and open. Except then I went to the grocery store yesterday and the lady in front of me was a jerk. I've already failed is what I'm saying. So forget that. P.S. MENTALLY failed, because confrontation is not my strong point. Obviously.

The end.

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