Who Wudda Thunk It?
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This morning, my day seemed to lay out before me as an open stretch resembling much too closely the day before, and the day before that, and so on. A little down, a little predictable argument with Hubby here and there, a little inevitable exasperation with Lil’ E from time to time…
Instead, I might have found my voice, for now, for this time, for me -right here, today. (insert post title here.)
Loving a book I didn’t think much of- turning out to be an unexpected page turner with wonderful ties to northern city-life verses suburbs outside of Orlando, with humanist vs. christian topics and Swaggart-christian vs. Christ-Christian topics and family vs. mistress to a married lover topics and suffice to say that so far, I’m not putting it down, which I’ve done with lots of books lately. All from a little fiction, Oprah book club novel… (insert post title here.)
Depression turned to elation when Hubby up and started dinner today- (this, folks, is a rarity of the Hailey’s Comet proportion)- and no, he did not opt for the tempting box of organic “maccy cheese”- he seared chicken breast, marinated in pinot noir vinegar and seasonings, with sides of corn on the cob and brussel sprouts. Like, woah! Now he is totally up against the wall, as they say, because this little known fact as to his cooking abilities has gotten him out of dinner duty for half a decade- not so, anymore! (Although, I did completely forget our rule about cooking and dishes, so this means that I do have to start dirtying my hands with dishes on the nights he cooks. Aaaaalways strings attached, I tell ya.) (Insert post title here.)
Totally a skipper today, in one way, not to dwelve into at this time. Let’s just say something about “learning how to read the bible” was like the last thing I wanted to do today. The bible being, to me, what it is. Anyway. Nuf or not Nuf Said, either way, I’m dun sayin it.
Ok, time to go play Tetris with Hubby. (Insert post title one last time.)

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