I often close my eyes dream of an E! Network where Joan Rivers and Joel McHale rule the airwaves in a 24-hour, 7-day-a-week bitchfest, Kathy Griffin and anyone with the last name 'Kardashian' are not allowed to have their own shows, and where I never have to hear about the real housewives of anywhere ever again.
~sarah p.
p.s. I have an okay tan and a bag of strawberry marshmallows. I am full of
workplace stress. Every third drink is of the "blender" variety. There are patio parties and there are quiet nights on the front stoop. I
stopped wearing pants on the weekends. My hair is blonder. I share my house with a cat, a dog, a giant dude with two injured legs from two
separate accidents, and about fifty thousand mosquitoes. 10% of my diet is currently "on-the-cob", and 30% is "freestone". I'm not sure I remember what it feels like to have blankets on the bed. Everything in the house smells like coconut. I am going to a wedding this weekend wearing a dress I
hate.
...It could not feel more
like summer right now.
Monday, July 23, 2012
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