05/25/2013

 guys, i’m tired, crabby, and blue all at the same time. boyfriend did yardwork today, our two lots and Harold’s…. the whole nine-mowed, weedwacked, edged, raked, bagged, and swept and blowered. i pushed the broom three times, sat on the steps, made a bouquet out of my first six peonies, and then did nothing. unless laying around, scratching, and whining count.

i sorta feel like a jerk, but also, can’t remember when i’ve allowed myself ‘a day’. i think it was when i was still employed.

oh also,  i dragged boy back to goodwill to pick up a desk…. a big ol’ 1960s oak school teachers number. FOR ONLY $19.99 plus 10% off!  time to say good bye to ikea furniture, and olden this place up. but that’s less than a mile a way and he’s the one that did the lifting.

anycrap, that still amounts to nothing. i feel like i could cry for no reason at all and my skin is irritating me and its memorial day weekend and in the forties and that makes me so depressed.

did i mention it’s shark week?