Get over yourself Z!

I need help.


My chronic polite problem I wrote about? 

 Well, it kind of flows over into proper too it seems…

Not exactly…I can totally tell someone to piss right off, and that is not proper.

I guess generally the whole do the right thing at the right time no matter who is watching.

Totally my mama and daddy’s fault.

This craziness.

So, I ran into the grocery store…

Just to pick up a few things…who needs a cart, right?

(never say that)

I get what I need, but my arms are really full.

The last thing I get, well, there was a little problem.

I knocked something off the shelf. 

It didn’t break or anything…

It just dropped to the floor. 

My hands were full.

I couldn’t pick it up.

I had to walk away.

I was totally talking to myself about walking away from something I dropped on the floor.

I almost stopped someone who worked in the store to tell them, and apologize.


What the hell is wrong with me???

THEN, I was hoping someone would call me so I could just confess.


I shit you not!



Now I can’t go there anymore.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
This entry was posted in Random, self talk and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s