Do you ever get the feeling you are the walking embodiment of disaster? Cause I do.
Happy Tuesday! When I was growing up, I hated Tuesdays. I called it Tuesday Bluesday. I reasoned that Mondays were good because you got a fresh start, Wednesdays were good because we had church in the evenings, Thursdays were good because that was traditionally our family dinner at Grammie and Grandpa’s house, and Fridays were… Continue reading Tuesday Thoughts
Fun fact: if you dance in a fast-moving elevator on its way down, you get the sensation of being incredibly light, like a butterfly in ballet slippers skipping across the top of a cloud. (Not so, as it happens, in an up-going elevator. Then you feel more like an elephant in workboots trying to squish… Continue reading Ostrich in Cubicleland