Good evening. Or good morning, I suppose, if you’re reading this tomorrow. Or maybe it’s good afternoon. Whatever you please.

A simple hello would have sufficed, but I now have all that typed and I’m not erasing it. I really just wanted to jump in with what I’m wanting to ask y’all, but I’m constantly reminding my coworkers of Teams etiquette and so I felt I should practice what I preach.

Whew. Now that all that is out of the way, even though I’m not following Southern protocols and asking after your health, and how your momma’s doin’, and how the kids are coming along and if little Suzy is going out for soccer this spring…isn’t that the trending sport these days? Soccer? I just wanted to ask y’all if someone would please tell me with Bath & Body Works puts their 3-wick candles on sale. Because I’m not sure if the online store follows the same sales as brick and mortars. And I sure as shit ain’t driving to Five Oaks once a week to check it out in person. Although I do need to go in Clarks. My black flip flops will not live to see another season.

I made a balsamic roast in the crock pot today. It smelled so very delicious cooking. That is the trouble with cooking in crock pots while at home. I feel sorry for my dogs over the years.

It’s been an altogether pleasant day, which is more than I can say for the poor lady who wrecked in the curve in front of my house this morning. I hope she’s going to be alright. Her car was totally demolished. I heard a big crash and knew instantly what it was, but I was watching traffic and three or four cars from each direction kept whizzing by so I figured somebody had merely run out of the road and took out Jenkins’ mailbox and nothing was worse for the wear. Except, of course, the mailbox, but he’s designed a breakaway style, so usually it’s just a matter of collecting it, knocking a dent or two out, and tamping the post back upright. But not too set. You know, to prepare for the next time. But anyway, this Mustang came down the road, acting like they were making their mind up whether to stop, and they did, in my aunt’s driveway, and two guys got out and ran through our yard and just past where I couldn’t see. Then my phone rang. It was my aunt, checking on the commotion. I watched someone pacing in the road, on the phone, and other cars stopping. I decided I probably needed to go check it out when one of the concerned citizens went to frantically ringing the dinner bell at my neighbors. I haven’t really gotten excited about a wreck out here in eons, because people were constantly wrecking when I was growing up. Our curve wasn’t banked right, and also the asphalt wasn’t roughed up like it is now, so when it rained it was just a free for all. Who needs NASCAR? Once, we were sitting on the porch, probably breaking beans (I feel like 90% of porch time was spent breaking beans. That’s why I go out there and loaf, now. It’s seen its share of hard labor). Anyway, we were sitting on the porch, and this car lost control, and went all the way through the front field where the garden was and never let out. Can you imagine? People were heathens back then, too. Of course, it was the eighties…..But by-passers weren’t stopping today because it was hard to see her the way the car had landed.

I still haven’t watched the Super Bowl halftime show, nor have I hunted up the Budweiser commercial, which is honestly all I care about. I ain’t done much of nothin’, besides cook and wash dishes today. I’m glad nobody relies on me for much of anything. They’d be hurtin’. I did vacuum dog hair, but that goes without saying. It’s a daily battle.

Sometimes I can’t believe this is my life. I spent so many nights out in my twenties I guess I thought that’s how I’d always be. But I truly have zero desire. I’m quite content right here. Although I do wish Chester would give me a little more room on the couch. This dog really pushes his luck sometimes 😉

A three day weekend that’s only a third of the way in. It stretches before me, limitless. And I’ll probably spend it right here. Wait. Ugh. Oil change. I have to go do it. Monday’s problem, it appears. And I do wanna go to White Pine and get this book bag.

The shop owner is catching some flack over it and she’s basically told them to bugger off, which I love. So I absolutely have to show support. Prolly get Lisa one, too.

I guess that’s it for today. All you people who have mistakenly thought I had some big exciting life are finding out much different, aren’t you?

Read something good that isn’t on your phone. Oh! I’ll tell you- I read Shania Twain’s story today and it’s fascinating and repulsive and I have a much greater respect for her now. I also read a bit about Mindy McCready, which is how I ended up reading about Shania and my LANDS what a train wreck. Sounds like she got it honest from her momma, though. Anyway, check those out if you can’t find anything else.

Love and dogs who defy personal space from Appalachia,

~Amy