Pants are where the heart is.
Sometimes the frustration of keeping this family together is just too much to bear. I almost miss the days of being a selfish bitch who cared only for myself and for finding pleasure in a hard body. No. that's not true. I really don't miss it. Maybe this is me feeling an over abundance of love after spending a weekend with my lovely sisters. And we're just going to ignore the spider thing. Really, it didn't happen. That's what we're going to tell ourselves, because no good can come of remembering it. So, I will think only of the brilliant idea I had of having Paige orb us over to Philly for the weekend. Why Philly? Well, Prue, being art historian and lover extraordinaire, would love the many many statues. And Paige would, and did enjoy the fact that Philly is home to one of the largest straight and single male populations in America. We didn't see much of her this weekend. I'm So proud. She's really filling my shoes now that I'm a tired and bored married lady. And as for my darling sister Piper, I found a lovely spa write up in a magazine that specializes in treatments during pregnancy. And perhaps, I thought, if we took better care of Piper while she was pregnant, Chris' hair follicles would develop differently. No change so far. Maybe if I rang some bells...Anyway, that's besides the point. I was glad that Prue was able to astrally be with us, because when we popped away to rest by the fountain in Logan Square, and crash a wedding at St. Peter and Paul's Cathedral, it helped that she didn't look like a ghost. I got enough strange looks for my pants as it was. Pardon me if I create national shock if, for once, my pants cover my ass. I didn't think that it would be that big of a deal...
I know what I really need to do now I talk to Cole. It wasn't very karmically proper of me to just not talk to him for days on end. The sun would not smile upon my wishing him the same worry that he caused me. As soon as I post this, he and I really need to talk. Our relationship in general needs a bit of tidying up. We've been...well, we've been distant lately. It has something to do with the fact that I've been focusing so much on trying to make sure that everyone is speaking to everyone else. And I think I'm having a midlife crisis as everything is my life seems to be take and mundane lately. Not that that's bad. It's just different. Sometimes I wish that I had a little bit of that shock factor back. It's not my time anymore, though. Now it's Paige's turn to wonder where she left her pants. I know where my pants are...
Why does that make me sad?
I know what I really need to do now I talk to Cole. It wasn't very karmically proper of me to just not talk to him for days on end. The sun would not smile upon my wishing him the same worry that he caused me. As soon as I post this, he and I really need to talk. Our relationship in general needs a bit of tidying up. We've been...well, we've been distant lately. It has something to do with the fact that I've been focusing so much on trying to make sure that everyone is speaking to everyone else. And I think I'm having a midlife crisis as everything is my life seems to be take and mundane lately. Not that that's bad. It's just different. Sometimes I wish that I had a little bit of that shock factor back. It's not my time anymore, though. Now it's Paige's turn to wonder where she left her pants. I know where my pants are...
Why does that make me sad?