Oct. 19th, 2011

seldomifever: (antigiles)
Yesterday at the grocery store I was filled with the strongest urge to take care of my husband. Like, make his lunch and dinner and take care of his dry cleaning and keep the house clean, just to show him how much I love and appreciate him. Good grief. What's with that? I think it's time to wean myself off early sixties television shows. They aren't safe.

I wrote yesterday. Hooray! I haven't been able to scrape two words together in forever and then, lo, there it be. Was going with a drabble, because I'm about 6 prompts behind, but now I'm wondering if I shouldn't just run with it. Whittling down words to get to 100 seems so counterproductive at this point, but we'll see. Imma try again today and see what happens.

Last night a woman I haven't spoken with in about 25 years friended me on Facebook. She was one of the weird kids. In 5th grade her mother pulled me aside her birthday party and thanked me for being her daughter's friend. Two years earlier another mother had said the same exact thing to me at her daughter's b-day party. And both times it made me feel all icky inside. They were nice kids. Nobody had to thank me for being nice to them just because they happened to be social pariahs. Made it hard for me to want to stay friends with them. I did, but I no longer enjoyed it. The moral of this story? Parents, butt the fuck out.


seldomifever: (Default)

December 2011

     1 23
4 567 8910
11 1213 14 151617
18 19 202122 2324

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 07:49 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios