i had an entire post written on the inside of my head, where all of my words are capitalized and perfectly punctuated and you wouldn't be able to find an ellipses if you tried all day plus bribed me with two bags of sour patch kids.
because, after two bags? tastebuds start exploding. trust.
ugh. you know i can't keep secrets. i store my ellipses in a little baby food jar on a shelf in the coat closet near the back labeled lazy. right next to the old mayo jar containing lapses in judgement and common sense. labeled shite mom.
i was planning on telling you of an event i attended last night with a friend who gave me more than an entry ticket. her words were nothing i can repeat...not because they were full of swears. she's quite the lady...but because they were really nothing at all.
except everything, all.
she tossed them to me over her shoulder so throwaway that i was shocked at how i caught them and clutched them and looked around to make sure no one saw me stealing them and took them home and arranged them artfully in the formal living room just to the left when you open the front door of me. i'd always hated that room, but now it was perfection.
i. am. back. to. me.
this is a most excellent development. because i enjoy the heck out of me.
anyway. i floated home last night, and started to tell uncle sugar my news. but then i looked at esmé's chin. it looked not like it was healing. so i wondered out loud i wonder if she needs stitches?
and uncle sugar looked up from his crossword and said in his most matter-of-fact you-horrible-gauger-of-necessary-stitchery voice...of course she does.
mémé and i were in the emergency room until after one in the morning. five stitches and one petite faint later...oh, let's call it a swoon, shall we?...i probably will have to empty another big jar of something to hold my shite mom moments from just yesterday alone.
but don't feel too badly for me. didn't i tell you i was back? sorry. i've been whispering it to myself all day.
sparkle as a result of spending way too much time on i, bejeweled. from the rocks and minerals collection by jacquie aiche.