I’ve a rumbly in my tumbly

ive always been crap at titles. THAT, if you recognize it, is from Winnie the Pooh. The original made in 1977. Wild, right? I know this cause we watched it today, or at least the first bit up until Pooh gets blasted out of rabbits house and into a honey tree.

I’m sitting in a cafe waiting for a gf. It’s good for me to get out of the house, though I might have preferred escape to my craft room instead. Still, gotta have some grown up time once in while.

I think the dude behind me is on a date, or at least it smells like it. Dude ease up on the cologne

Today when the little was at preschool I worked on the superhero capes for her birthday party. I’m doing them instead of a loot bag, maybe paired with some sort of snack? A felt mask if I can find them, I don’t have the energy to make those.

——

took a break, had cheesecake with friend. Good times.

Got home and my husband is.. thinking of buying another house?? To flip? Which, sir. I do all of the renovations in our house and you have the energy of a teenage boy first thing in the morning. I love you dearly but I don’t know what you’re on about. To be honest I think he just likes the idea of it. Bless.

Ok. I got nothing.

No email from old friend. It makes me sad and I don’t really have anywhere to process that sadness. It feels stupid to both accept his silence and also to kinda silently wish it was otherwise. Still, two weeks? That’s an answer right there. It’s fine in the grand scheme, but it’s like banging your toe. It’s gonna sting for a little bit.

Adieu till tomorrow peeps