My mind’s like a shaken-up snowglobe; thoughts move chaotically in all directions.
Even Dave’s comment just now, “Wrestling is on the sci-fi network,” didn’t get much of a reaction out of me.
Something’s up.
I think it’s because I’m in a more insecure place than usual. I notice I’m worrying about people’s perceptions of me and overthinking my actions.
So I’m in the bath now and hoping the dark and a lit candle will be restorative. (Grammarly, the document editor I use, asked me to replace restorative with vital or refreshing, that even a “knowledgeable audience” like yourself may be unfamiliar with the word.)
And yet, I have faith in you dear reader.
Hey Hollywood!
I have an idea for an alien’s foot, and it’s brought to you by bathtime.
So before the lights went out, my toes were reflecting in the water with basically my toes up and upside down. It looked like a whole gangle of toes, right? Here’s the alien twist. Take the pinky toes on the left, rotate them to the top, and both pinkies are now faced horizontal. Creepy. (Don’t worry, if you’re not getting it, scroll down I hooked you up with a photo!)
But think of that flip flop!
Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow and also it’s my Dad’s birthday. Evelyn drew him a picture and I made a homemade cake with frosting that spells Pa with a square symbol next to it. Pa squared. Papa. Since he loves being a Grandpa to Evelyn more than anything I think he’ll enjoy it.
Funny story from earlier. Dave asks me, “Are we doing anything for Valentine’s Day.” The implication being something special for each other. I shrugged and said, “No.” Dave, seemingly pleased with my answer, said “Ok. Well, I love you.”
Love you too, Dave.
And I love all of you too.
The bath is getting lukey, the steam is unsteamed. That means it’s that time again – time to say adieu.
I wish you a very Happy Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’ll find a fun fact and share it here tomorrow.
Lots of love to the lovelies.
Jaclynn
Going On 40 