Happy Monday all.
Sending you all some well-earned hugs. That's about as nice as I feel I'm going to be in the next 48 hours. T.o.M. is looming like a hurricane on the western front.
Keep it real, and keep yourself sane when all around you is insanity.
And my nonsensical rant for the week:
WHAT are some of these designers thinking?
That an overweight woman will wear anything!?
Thank God I already have an entire wardrobe of clothes the next size down waiting for me to "shop" in my closet!
Tool Booth Guy is out. Mr Listener is in. He calls, he asks after my well-being, he speaks of the future (as in "next week, maybe we could do this"), he makes me laugh, he shares his innermost thoughts....does he sound like a girlfriend?! Whatever, he's a friend. That I happen to find adorable. And if he never kisses me, I'll learn to live with it. Just having someone here in Jersey who is around the corner so to speak feels very comforting. If he doesn't kiss me though, he might have to stop flirting with me...the PMS bear just might devour him. Don't worry, I'll warn him first.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."