My, my, my.
Not Bobbie Brown from the video, but could be her daughter. Nikki Leigh.
Spring forward happened without a hiccup. Initially. I set all my clock ahead before going to bed. Of course in the morning I was doing the semi-lucid “what time is it really” thing when I looked at the clock.
I didn’t go to breakfast with the boys. My body clock was off. Glenn tells me Sydney’s ass was looking pretty delectable.
I was watching the Sunday morning news shows when Dad called and invited me to supper. My big plan was some chili I had taken out of the freezer. Pork tenderloin and mashed potatoes sounded better.
In a great mood as I started the drive up to ‘Salem’s Lot. There was a lot of traffic, but the sun was shining and I had music blasting. I am pretty sure I had a smile pasted across my face. Even the idiots doing idiotic things on the road couldn’t affect my mood.
Twice now I have been rear ended. Twice. Both times by teenagers who probably have no business driving. Luckily no damage either time. They’ve hit me had enough both times to push me into the intersection. Ford is onto something with these plastic bumpers.
After supper, I made the trek back to home. Waited for a bit before TWD came on.
It was a dull episode. Other than the kiss heard ‘round the world!
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”
Ayn Rand
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