Good Intentions

I got everything I wanted last night. It was all lipsmacking good. Then this morning I put on my recently purchased denim mini skirt and tried to pretend my thighs weren't trying to take over the world. That is when I realized that I either have to seriously get back to doing all the things that made me feel energized and powerful and strong and tight or I am going to have to go buy some fat clothes. Something has to give. It is like stuffing a watermelon into a sock. Yeah, I have hummed this tune a lot. Blah. But seriously. Enough is enough already.

I woke up this morning with the intention of driving around in Ferris today snapping bubblelicious bubble gum and singing real loud with the sun roof open. I tried. The kids, they just decided to talk/play/fight louder than the music. As much as I love them, it was throwing off my groove. They usually have plenty of song requests but today they just wanted to play. Then it looked stormy and killed my whole summer sun mood. Plus it just isn't the same without my monkey. So I brought the brood home to watch the Science channel and build with Legos. I am going to try to get the laundry done and possibly weed out their closet for donation/moving purposes. I really have too much energy to be locked up in this box doing the same old thing today. I miss skipping school and driving around on the back roads drinking tequila, smoking cigars and listening to the best stuff. Where did that girl go? Some days I feel seventeen. Days like today. The world is a vampire.

I forgot to mention that I must give good girls night out too. My downstairs neighbor stopped up to see where I have been hiding for the last week and hinted that she would like to catch a movie or do something Sunday and/or Monday. So that should be entertaining. Mr. Monkey says that I can have all the (girl)friends I want. Prevert.

Posted by gwendolyn on July 25, 2003 at 02:33 PM