But I feel like a tiny, little, defenseless lamb. It’s March, people. My dad turns 70 this month. That makes me feel old so I can’t really imagine how he’s feeling. He looks great, exercises more than I do, and is retired. I kinda envy him.
I have to work for at least 35 more years. Which is why I’m dusting off my resume and putting together my portfolio. I need a full-time job. What you got?
As I write these words, my Indian butter chicken is simmering on the stove, Poppy is whining and jumping on the sliding glass door, and my beautiful daughters are dressing their American Girl dolls in summer clothes. I hope Anthony is on the way home. And this is what I look like:
Aren’t you glad you stopped by? Someone save me from stream-of-consciousness blog posts! I’ll try better next time.