Well, well, well, It would seem that my last post caught y'all by surprise that I could be so damn perky in the midst of a terrible day. Trust me when I tell you that almost nothing that I report on this here blog is as bad as it would seem. I embellish. It's my thing.
I do have an effed up knee and I am going to have to think about what to do about it in the long term (do you suppose that they actually MAKE a Chanel artificial knee?), but that will be another crisis for another day. For now, Tylenol and happy thoughts are my friend and as I grind away bone on bone hauling my fat heiney around it is a constant reminder to eat a salad every now and then.
(OK, OK, I know that it should probably be a healthy green salad and not a big 'ol Cobb salad that could rival the size of my first apartment, but alas, I am always a dreamer when it comes to food.)
(Speaking of which....methinks it's time for a club sandwich.)
So please don't fret, folks. You can always count on me to maintain a wry perspective on the whacky shenanigans that define my feeble little existence here in Hoosierville. I've always thought that life is just too damn funny not to be amoosed by it, so let's just chalk THAT up as the reason why I could be hanging from a bridge, ready to fall into the rushing currents below while simultaneously wishing that I would have thought to get more pedicures.
I'm just plugging along on Daisy Chain. I actually think that I have purposely slowed my pace on this because I just don't want it to end. Have you ever done that? Paid attention to every single stitch in something because you're just in love with the pattern or the threads or the colors or the linen? It's as though your hands are working independently of your brain and you sit there....transfixed by fingers moving a needle in and out of a project.
And then you start to think that it would have been great if you would have thought to get more manicures.