I need help.
Seriously!
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.
REALLY?
What the hell is wrong with me???
THEN, I was hoping someone would call me so I could just confess.
Seriously!
I shit you not!
FFS!
Hell.
Now I can’t go there anymore.
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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
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