Ever feel like your brain is going to explode from the force of all the unnecessary worries, stresses and random bits of trivia crowding it? I do. And when it gets to be too much, I borrow this lovely post idea from Airing My Dirty Laundry. So here we go with all the things I’m trying to be okay about right now.
It’s okay to be insanely pleased about the three pounds that your long, drawn-out cold has helped you to lose.
And to want to sneeze (wetly) on the next person who says, “Gee, Amber, you sure do get sick a lot.”
It’s definitely okay to let your also-sick toddler wipe their snotty face on the above-mentioned offender’s shirt.
It’s okay to be secretly addicted to America’s Got Talent (even if you scoff at Dancing With the Stars).
And to wish you had never heard of Jersey Shore, Sookie, the Kardashians, or any of the Real Housewives.
It’s okay to think Anthony Bourdain is kind of sexy…and that Brad Pitt is anything but.
It’s okay to be excited that clogs are back in style (DSW says so, yo).
But to wish that leggings would. just. go. away.
It’s okay to wish your long weekend was about five more days long.
And to consider calling in ugly thanks to the repulsive cold sore on your lip.
And even to hope that someone, somewhere is writing you a million dollar check right now.
Because, after all, it’s always, always okay to dream. Dream big, internet. Dream big.
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I’m with you on the leggings. Please, oh please just go away.
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Well, as long s we don’t have to do shoulder pads again, I’ll make my peace with leggings…I guess.
Love it. Dreamin big over here.
That’s all you can do on a Tuesday that feels like a Monday.
Nice. Except I am partial to leggings. Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?
Of course not. It only means I am jealous of your ability to look like something other than a sausage in leggings. I remember how comfy they were…in the 80s/90s. Boo, I’m old.
I love you, and I love leggings at the same time.
We can coexist.
Peace.
We’ll just agree to disagree.
Peace, sister.
I loved this entire post. You had me laughing from start to finish! I’m right there with ya on every point, girl. Especially the leggings. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m chubby and would secretly love leggings if they looked like anything more attractive than sausage casings on me???
Exactly. I loved leggings the first time around, but I was a size 6. Now, not so much.
I am always dreaming!
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“It’s okay to think Anthony Bourdain is kind of sexy…and that Brad Pitt is anything but.”
you are my kinda lady!
Ha! Down with Brad Pitt! there are so many, far more sexy men…
Amen! Amen! The leggings are not my favorite thing unless I’m in ballet class. Or hanging from a trapeze.
So, I was in the Romeo Peach Festival bed race on Sunday night. I thought it would be a cool way to promote the studio and all.
And it was except for the part where I fell on my face in the middle of the road in front of thousands of people. Ooops.