The word prompt for today is “who are your most favorite people?”

Well. I won’t be delving into that. One is dead, one I divorced, one I have written off, and one will never be mine, so what good are favorites?

So. What are y’all doing? I’m suffering through the last few pages of Spare. It’s horrendous. Harry is pretty cute, but that’s about the extent of his charms as far as I’m concerned. I’ve had this book borrowed three times now, due to my inability to slog through it. That alone should tell you how galling it is. I’ve got The Magnificent Lives of Marjorie Post lined up next; surely it will be better.

I was talking to a friend today about the hair appointment I have coming up. Just not soon enough, since I have a party to attend prior to. My gray is getting harder and harder to cover up for any length of time. Just like my fine lines and wrinkles. And what do I care? I earned them. I don’t want to look 21. But I’d rather not look like a 70 year old, either.

Sigh.

I stumbled across this on Facebook yesterday. It spoke to me.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes…

Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn’t able to live without music.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body.

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irreverent. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that.

Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back.

~Martha Rivera-Garrido

Now, upon looking up the author, one of the first things I found was that she’s a staunch hater of Trump, which shouldn’t surprise me, since most women who come across as strong minded are generally liberals as well. Oh well. I liked what she said in the poem. In my experience, it’s true.

Y’all know my love of Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes. Last night at Food City I finally came across the muffins. Of course there was no question of me procuring a box. Brace yourself for a wildly unpopular opinion:

They were gross.

So I’m gifting mine to my disgusting coworker, who has a weakness for refined sugars, complex carbohydrates, chemically processed foods, and red dye. And wonders why he’s in the bathroom every time he turns around. It’ll make his day. Supposedly a woman threw a LDCTC at him through his dump truck window on Veterans Day when he nodded at her. I think he’s a liar, but I guess stranger things have happened.

Ok. I really gotta finish this book. Only 15 minutes left, which I’m certain will pass like one solid year of my life.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy