and by me, i mean the crazy, psycho, lunatic me that comes out about every, oh... 28 days or so. the me that i can feel risin' up from the depths of my uterus. (i apologize to no man. if you're readin' this, you're fair game.) the me that sends husbands and children, near and far, seekin' shelter under the nearest mini-van.
dear
(crazy/psycho/lunatic) me,
if you are readin' this, i can tell you exactly what you're thinking. you're thinkin', "why in the world did
(cheesy/thinks-she's-so-clever) me write such a stupid post. stupid. stupid. stupid. i can't leave her alone for a moment. she's such a punk-butt."
did i get it 'bout right? i thought so.
anywho, (oops. sorry. i know how much you hate it when i say that.) i just wanted to write this in the hopes you would see these pictures and remember the way things are when you're not around. you see, when you're not around, i find myself amused by the most trivial things. bright colored dirty dishes in a sink of soapy water. a vintage sugar jar and an orange-shaped jelly jar, we got a steal on at goodwill. so, when you read this, and see these pictures, i pray they take you to a happy place. and that they talk you down from whatever ledge you're standin' on. and that they keep you from hangin' scottie up by his toes. and that you don't finish off that jar of nutella. and remember, the sun'll come out tomorrow. or, in this case, about 6 days.
love,
me
