Dear Me.....

Blobfish.....yes, it's real

Dear Me,

I've noticed from your picture up above that you are a little down in the dumps.  When did this happen?  Could it have started the day you got your hair cut last week?  I noticed the hair dresser combing back your hair and then making a startling announcement.

"YOUR GREY IS REALLY COMING IN!"  I emphasized this in caps because she did announce it in a surround sound kind of way.  Scissors stopped mid-air, the dryers kicked off for a few seconds, and the silence was deafening.  You handled it well or I thought you did at the time.  But maybe that was the beginning of your decline.

Or was it this week when you had a chimney sweep man here to sweep your chimney?  I could feel you holding down the question for an hour.  You were dying to ask him about Mary Poppins; but for some reason you felt that was too immature.  It didn't stop you several weekends ago when you decided to make "whoopie" pies.  Your "whoopie" jokes were plentiful...especially when you texted your sister to let her know you were making "whoopie" and then later on added the word pies.  It was the opportunity of a lifetime asking the chimney man about Mary Poppins and now it is gone.  Unless you see him shopping....maybe then?

Could it be the profound loneliness of being home alone?  Your husband can't help it that this is the summer of twelve hour days and meetings at nights.  It was time for your son to move and it's good that your daughter is working full time. So what's the problem?  You only have a few more days and then you will have no personal time.  You always want what you don't have at the moment....you need to learn to live in the moment.  Don't skirt around the time you have.....at that time.  I can remember when the kids were little you used to dream about "free time".  Dreams do come true....

And another thing, you need to write your congressman today concerning this debt deal.  You have invested some money in Bare Minerals make up.  If this country defaults....you might not be able to keep your appearance up.  The make up is expensive and since your hair is going; let's try to keep the face intact.

You were bemoaning the fact that you have no BFF; but I noticed that didn't stop you from sitting in your chair this morning for an hour and a half just thinking.  Maybe you are your own best friend forever....we certainly understand our-self and know how to keep us entertained!   

So get moving....the morning is passing you by.  The next time you feel like writing yourself...pick a nicer picture!

Love,

Me