I have the best friends ever. You may think you do, but you don't. I do. (Unless we have the same friends, of course).
I think I just realized that I know someone is my true friend if they'll talk about poop with me. I've had three conversations about poop with three different friends in the past two days.
I love her.
This brightened my morning
|I can look past the bad punctuation because of its awesomeness.|
Getting into the shower this morning, I stubbed my toe. On the tub. I am the queen of undesired talents.
I get anxious about the drive to work. And the drive home from work. And just about any other drive. The fact that I drive at all is a mystery to me.
I have an impending feeling that something is going to change in my life soon. I have filled out paperwork for a community home trust in the area and as much as it scares the balls out of me, I'm thinking of turning it in. I am pretty sure they're going to tell me I am too poor, but that would sure put my comfort zone out of whack.