Snoopy***edit

really really liked this snoopy dude.

I’m in a writing funk write now I mean RIGHT now.

I had to go the Fred Meyers after work tonight. Fred Meyers is a grocery store. (a weird name for a grocery store.) I don’t know if they are just located in Washington State– are they in your state? The 15 year old girl ringing up my food stuff asked me “So how was your day.” I said ” Do you realllly want to know”? Ok so maybe she isn’t 15 but she sure looked like a kid. She smiled at me and said “Go for it.” I went on and on to her about my horrible no good rotten day. “It’s 5pm and I still haven’t had my breakfast yet let alone had lunch. I work my fingers to the bloody bone taking care of everyone else and their family members, dealing with a resident that has frontal lobe dementia not wanting to take his Klonipin, and he is wavering back and forth about taking his med. “Maybe later he says.” In the meantime, my little hospice rsd is singing at the top of her lungs in intangible word salad but yet still carrying a tune. My frontal lobe resident is telling my little hospice resident to shut up and get a life. Yes, this is just a small glimpse of my job a job that I truely.madely.deeply (yes that is one of my favorite songs) love and couldn’t and wouldn’t want to do anything else in life. I told the young girl behind the register that I was starving and if she was wondering why I bought 4 cakes of all different types –it’s because my husband needs to get fatter so the mocha girls (that’s what I call the girls at the coffee stand my husband frequents every morning) will quit flirting with him. “Keep the husband fat”–I told her “then he won’t stray”. She looked at me and with her mouth wide open. “Well you asked how my day was” I told her ..and no I don’t need assistance to my car I’m still young and able and quite capable.”

Yes, I lost it today. My mind that is –but I’m ok now