i typed the stuff about becoming an old broad, and it was cute and all, but it must have upset me more than i realized. after logging out, i went downstairs, made oatmeal for breakfast plus some coffee, and sat out on the patio, reading my book, until i had an overwhelming “my god, i’m already an old broad” moment.

so what did i do to redeem myself, readers? i promptly went back inside, curled up on the couch with a bag of sun-chips (still 30% less fat than regular potato chips) and pigged out (at least two or three serving sizes, glutton that i am) and then fell asleep until after noon.

turns out i’m not very good at redeeming myself. excuse me while i go put on my housecoat and crank up the celine dion album.

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I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.