When I was a kid, mom used to get my sister and I to pose in our new threads to show off how good we looked. Not one for modelling in front of the camera, it was typically the same tedious process. First, I'd attempt to play oblivious to her requests and look away from the camera at just the right time, which would result in a harsh tsk and a few choice words. Once the layer of guilt for not cooperating with a simple request was laid flat, I'd give her the seriousness she was looking for. Well, maybe a little too intense, but hey.. I'm no super model. Sorry mom, but I did my best and forced out the best Cover Girl smile I could. A bit much? Never.
I wore my favorite shirt, brought my dog to work, drank my favorite tea, listened to my favorite jazz ladies while I worked; in between garbage pizza, ice cream cake, and pop. I played some ball in the back yard, got a lap dance from Tim (referring to how my cat likes to snuggle), read a little, wrote a lot, took some time to do nothing at all, had a shower, used my favorite soap, ate a magnificent sandwich and called it a day.
Yes, it was just fine. Happy Birthday to me!
Sometimes, I have a really short fuse and would rather just go to bed and call it a day before the day is even over. Sometimes, for no good reason, I want to cross my arms and pout it out because it sounds like the best solution. Sometimes, I just don't feel like doing anything. Sometimes I don't understand why I'm in one of these moods to begin with. It's allowed, without any explanation.