I’ve been riding some peaks and valleys of emotions lately. First, we went on a long-awaited vacation, which was wonderful. Then my grandpa died. That sucked. Then we found out some good friends are getting married in Turks & Caicos next spring, which will be awesome. Then we’ve been having stressful health issues with Abby, which has led to as-yet-unresolved litterbox issues, which means our new normal is having two litterboxes in our living room, which is not ideal when you’re having people over for a party in a few weeks and you never have people over because you’re secretly hermit crabs.
Earlier this week I was feeling pretty low, all PMS-y and tearful, and as I was driving to go play volleyball I actually said out loud, “I feel pretty low.” Then I smashed some spikes in some 20-year-old faces, ate some chicken wings afterwards, and felt marginally better. But still. It seems like this time of year is being extra douchey. All of this stress and navel-gazing has led me to start narrating my life in my head, like a horrible, depressed writer. This morning’s gem: “A large machine was droning in the background, like a motorboat on an empty lake.” I mean, honestly.
So, please, please tell me something odd/weird/funny that has happened to you recently. I obviously need a diversion from myself.