April 16, 2010 § 12 Comments
If you are anything at all like me, today is ridiculously better than yesterday. Why would today be better than yesterday? Because yesterday blew chunks of pig stock and today is Friday. There are other reasons.
You read Beth Black’s blog first thing in the morning and that tiny morsel of deliciousness just makes your heart sing with her words.
You can’t find your pants because of strange twitter conversations with Tawna Fenske, which forces you to put on a skirt. This isn’t as bad as it sounds because it makes you feel kind of fancy.
You give yourself a little break with this hot mess of a manuscript and know that the second draft will be just as hard as the first. You remind yourself the story is there and that you’re a good writer.
You go to the bookstore for story time and read books while your baby plays with the train table. While there, you notice a book you’ve never heard of before, “Look at this [explicative] Hipster” based on the coordinating website. You don’t offend easily, so you find it hilarious, but others might not like it (Grandma and Pastor Eric, don’t click on that.).
You let your baby walk around with the book and enjoy the other customer’s stares. The explicative word is on the cover for all to see and your baby just smiles at them all. It is very humorous to you.
You buy a book that you and your spouse want to read together.
You speak with the athletic director on the phone. He tells you he’s sorry for the troubling season but thinks you’ve done a great job and that you’re a wonderful tennis coach. This makes you happy.
You don’t say the automatic phone sign out like you did a month ago:
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”
To which he replied, “What?”
“Nothing. I’ll see you at church. Tell your wife I said hello.”
You pick up a McDonalds Happy Meal for your daughter (which she adores) and you say aloud what you think in your head all the time: “These nuggets look like the Korean Peninsula.”
You come home and still can’t find your pants. You don’t care.