Last night, I slept eight and a half hours, and only woke up and rolled around fitfully once. Ten years ago, I’d have said, “Oh my god, you guys, I woke up at some point in the night and couldn’t fall back to sleep for like 30 minutes.” Now I’m, yay! It happened only once!
I don’t know why sleeping all night never happens anymore. [sips coffee] [ages]
So now that I’m rested, let’s talk. Does anyone have any pressing issues we want to discuss with the class? Weren’t we going to have a sort of advice room in here, or did I just invent that in my head and never tell y’all about it?
I had an idea that if anyone had any woes, any troubles or annoyances, that person could either tell them in the comments and the rest of us could chime in because GOD KNOWS YOU WILL DID I ASK FOR FENCE ADVICE, NO.
Or, alternatively, you could write me and we could make it a whole blog post and then people could give advice in the comments. Seems more organic to just do it below. Or above. Wherever the comments are. Seems like they switch if you’re on a desktop or a mobile, right?
In other news, when you move somewhere new, it’s nice to get to know the light. At my old place, I knew in the fall the 5 o’clock light in the living room was like to kill you. Here, I notice how pretty it is in the morning in my back yard. MAYBE SHE’LL FIND AN ISLAND WITH A SHADY TREEEE. JUST LIKE THE ONE IN OUR BACK YARD (ahhh-ahhh). Just like the one in our back y-a-a-a-a-rd.
Why was that a song? A song about some dead dog who’d drifted out to sea. Why were we all up in that weird high-pitched song?
There’s always someone with too much time on his or her hands who makes a terrible video to go with old songs.
Anyway. If you have a woe, discuss it below. Hah. Listen to me! I’m Johnny Cochran up in here with my rhymes.
In other news, yesterday at lunch I went to Walgreen’s for Prilosec because the glamor never stops. I also bought hand sanitizer, because it’s MID-MARCH and everyone at work has a cold and I don’t have time for that. [Everyone considers my schedule. Everyone concludes I actually do pretty much have time for that.]
Anyway, which one do you think I bought? Oooo, let’s have a poll! We like polls.
I tried new berry-and-mint-flavored Prilosec, and why. Why did they think that was a flavor combo? Also, you swallow it. You don’t chew it. Why does it need to be a flavor? Why can’t it just be blue with vitamin E flavor?
Oh, and speaking of polls, I forgot to ever tell you the end of our Boss’s Stitch Fix story. She ended up returning everything except the earrings. “I liked those earrings,” my father said this weekend, after informing me he always votes on my boss’s clothes.
I also noticed this at Walgreen’s, and who can take a trip to the drug store and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? Anyway, “Haunted Ghost” irked me. I took a picture of this because when Marvin was in music school, there was one guy who was obsessed with the band Frozen Ghost. Any time he spoke up in class, he had to refer to Frozen Ghost, and for the 429 years I was married to Marvin, he did an impression of this guy talking about Frozen Ghost. So I sent this to Marvin with the caption (wait for it) “Frozen Ghost.”
How can a ghost be haunted? Who haunts him? Another ghost? Because isn’t that just, like, everyone else in Ghost Town or wherever? Spookane, Washington? Terra Haunt?
I think it’s better for all of us when I sleep seven hours or less.
With that, I bid you adieu. Don’t forget to tell us your woes in the comments, if you have woes, and the rest of us hens will stampede in and tell you what you should do about your fence or whatever.