i woke up this morning..cleaned up the floors, made my tea, got dressed, let the dogs out and finally looked in the mirror when i went to brush my hair....who the hell is that???
my nose is swollen...it is like carl malden with my messed up hair was inside my bathroom mirror. now i know as you get older, your nose grows (my daughter likes to tell me this quite frequently) and i know that i happen to be in possession of a fairly large blob of a nose,...but jeezus..does it like grow overnight????
maybe that block headed suzie was beating on me more than usual last night and i happened to sleep thru the cheap shot nose blow?
maybe when tiny and frail little felix was flinging himself around last night, he flung himself against my nose at just the right angle so it did not hurt but it got big???
oh god..what if it stays like this? what if it suddenly decided i was old and wrecked enough now for it to grow really big?
what if i end up having to shave my hair and my now humungous nose looks even bigger with a bald head?????
i am going to shoot myself this morning...god damn dogs, god damn hair shaving fundraisers. god damn freaking growing noses....
i was perfectly happy this morning til i looked in the mirror...god damn freaking mirrors..i am getting rid of all of them, ignorance used to be bliss.
Ditto to Mauro. And this:
"I woke up this morning..cleaned up the floors, made my tea, got dressed, let the dogs out and finally looked in the mirror to brush my hair.who the hell is that???"
It's hilarious. It made me laugh. Who (at our age)can't relate to looking in the mirror and having that same thought.
The makings of a great book laughter, sadness, tears of joy etc etc. All in this blog. I guess you just need someone to put it together.