Now this is a nice thing to read on a Monday

The prospect of happiness that moves you in the direction of a new dream, Gail, will always pale in comparison to the happiness you find once it comes true.

You can bank on it.

Happy, happy Monday -
The Universe

PS: You have so much more to look forward to, Gail, than you can now possibly imagine... just keep moving.




(Notes from the Universe)

'Fess up

Everybody has something they do that's "wrong". Some people take the last donut. Some people get fired all the time. Some people steal parking spots from little old ladies.

Me? Well, I kill plants. I've tried and tried and tried to keep them alive. I follow the instructions of people far wiser than myself about the care and feeding of plants only to fail in the end. I should throw in the towel. I was doing really well with an orchid I was given but that, too, is now dead.

The worst part about that dead orchid? I'm going to replace it so the given doesn't find out I killed it.

Now it's your turn. 'Fess up. What do you do?

The day ending now would be good

I realize it's only 9:08am here in California. That does not stop me from wanting the day to be OVER. Just plain O.V.E.R. thank you very much. I'm also aware of the fact that it's Friday. Of the "oh yay it's Friday I'm about to have a whole weekend to do whatever I want!" Fridays.

Sadly, this is not how I feel. Why don't I feel this way? Well, for a few reasons. Last night I didn't get to watch Gray's. This made me sad and mad. Then in the middle of all this sadness and madness I noticed that my throat was hurting. That's not really a good sign when Brian has been sick for the last 2 weeks and it all started with a hurting throat. I passed out earlier than normal and was woken up by being smacked on the butt because I was snoring. I don't usually snore, at least not so loud that it would make Brian wake up and smack me on the butt or anywhere else. Snoring that loud is a sign that I'm congested. Hmmm, sore throat, achy body and congestion... guess what folks? I got myself a cold.

sigh.

This is what sick time was invented for right? Well, yes but in my case I need to conserve the 10 remaining sick hours I have for when my head is in need of being chopped off from the pain in it. A cold, a fever, anything short of puking means nothing in the face of possibly not being able to go home and chop off my head when it's hurting.

I also have other plans today like a brazilion waxing. And going to some party with my friend Tracy and then catching up on TV with Brian and Tracy because that's what we do on Friday nights. After that? Well after that I plan to go home with the wonderful man who gave this cold to me and take lots of drugs and pass out.

Which really, is what I want to do RIGHT NOW. Skip all that other stuff and just go straight to the drugs and the passing out.

Is there an express route to that option?

What would you wish for?

Hmmm, I think I'd wish for a million more wishes ;)

What about you?