If I had a white picket fence
I'd probably paint it another color just to be different. And then it makes me sad that I wouldn't because I'd go all fifties house wife and be like look how my red tulips look so happy against the white sparkling picket fence. Then I remember things like I don't have enough discipline to grow things in the dirt.
So my white picket fence would probably fade to a nice unkempt brown and my "flower beds" would look like big dirt spots on my unwatered lawn.
And that's not sad. That's just me.
I'm way sleepy today. So, sleepy that when I dragged it on in here and he had his morning "let's talk to tara moment" I think I was smiling but I couldn't really commit the energy to it. Then, I thought I was asleep because he said, "You don't like working here do you."
I had to shake my head. I said, "It has it's moments." When I leave. That's a great moment. He said, "I don't think you like working here...bla bla bla something about chipper." I say, "Larry, I'm not a morning person. I just can't convince myself to be." I didn't go into the fact that people who love me, like my mother, usually avoid me and won't speak to me in the morning. She understands it's best to let me pretend to be asleep while I'm moving. Why can't he do that? This just makes me realize now more than ever (even when my mom was super smart and tied my walker to a pole outside so she could hang clothes and I could walk on the patio) my mother is a genuis.
Okay I'm going to think about picket fences and sweater sets and pretend like that's something real (cause it's not, but it makes a pretty cliched picture).
So my white picket fence would probably fade to a nice unkempt brown and my "flower beds" would look like big dirt spots on my unwatered lawn.
And that's not sad. That's just me.
I'm way sleepy today. So, sleepy that when I dragged it on in here and he had his morning "let's talk to tara moment" I think I was smiling but I couldn't really commit the energy to it. Then, I thought I was asleep because he said, "You don't like working here do you."
I had to shake my head. I said, "It has it's moments." When I leave. That's a great moment. He said, "I don't think you like working here...bla bla bla something about chipper." I say, "Larry, I'm not a morning person. I just can't convince myself to be." I didn't go into the fact that people who love me, like my mother, usually avoid me and won't speak to me in the morning. She understands it's best to let me pretend to be asleep while I'm moving. Why can't he do that? This just makes me realize now more than ever (even when my mom was super smart and tied my walker to a pole outside so she could hang clothes and I could walk on the patio) my mother is a genuis.
Okay I'm going to think about picket fences and sweater sets and pretend like that's something real (cause it's not, but it makes a pretty cliched picture).