I don’t know Kim Rogers, but I hate her. Her clothing line for Belk evidently runs small, because I find my “normal” size is a bit snug if it carries her label. So I have to size up, and this perturbs me. Life ain’t fair, I’ve known this all along, but clothing should be!

I dated myself today. One of my friends purchased her daughter a car for her birthday and posted a picture on Facebook. It looked like a dern nice one, much better than what my friends and I drove at sixteen. I commented, “Sharp!” After posting I thought, “Nobody says that anymore. Not even Boomers. That’s it. I will never be cool again.” Not there was ever much hope.

I love it when people say they like my house. It’s nothing special, but I’m proud of it. I think I’ve succeeded in making it a home. Almost all my possessions are objects I’ve collected around on my travels. Of course the books make it cozy. There’s usually something cooking or maybe a cake under the glass dome. I’m trying to cut back on those, though. I try to keep it tidy, but there is always errant dog hairs here and there. And Amy hairs. But I feel like if you like my house, you like me, because my home is a direct reflection of me. And, it would stand to reason, you probably wouldn’t be welcome here if you didn’t like me, so I suppose this is all a moot discussion. Well, soliloquy, since you’re not contributing.

Saw this today and it made me giggle.

I hope that posts correctly, it looks chopped on my iPad. But it made me think, what would Chester do to get it trouble? I quickly determined it would be quicker to list what he wouldn’t do.

I think: sleeping in class, talking in class or other disruptive behavior, running zoomies and getting carried away and knocking other students and the teacher down, hogging food, unwilling to share napping space or attention from teacher, poor handwriting, impatient, and failure to communicate in a calm manner. Also excessive urination. Oh, and murder of all stuffed animals. And he would sit pretty in the principal’s office, exuding obedience and total charm, contrite and making you wonder if this is the same dog who was playing bulldozer on the playground twenty minutes ago. (He is the bulldozer).

It took me forever to go to sleep last night and I’ve been in a fog most of the afternoon. It didn’t help I didn’t make any coffee this morning. So I’m really looking forward to bed. Think I’ll go on. Y’all bundle up in the morning. Back to the twenties, so I’ve heard. We had the roaring part today. That wind! Zoinks! I had to make potato soup to feel warm.

Love from blustery Appalachia,

~Amy