I got up today, let the dogs out and looked at our laundry basket on my way back. How can 2 people have so much laundry? I feel like I am in constant war with the laundry basket and I see our washer and dryer more often, then I see my friends.
Tag: <span>women</span>
“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, looked at me and gave me the receipt. He meant well, so do all the others, wishing me the same thing over and over since years. Now I just smile politely, a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and everybody who knows me, would notice. The strangers in the stores they don’t know me, they don’t notice. How could they? It’s their job to be polite to customers. They mean no harm. The younger ones, who don’t have children, think about their own mothers. The older ones, who have children smile, think about their own kids. It’s natural…so it seems.
Oh thank you, thank you. That was the laugh of the day. I have my own tools, some I need for my job, others I just have for….well, I will…
I follow some awesome blogs, written by really great people. Come to think about, I follow blogs for numerous reasons. Either I enjoy the writing and style, or the subjects chosen. Sometimes, when I get lucky, is all of the above. I follow blogs, because I feel entertained and want to read more. Not just do I want to read more, I want to get to know the person behind the blog as well. It’s like having an extra room in my house, where we all meet and talk about whatever comes to our minds. Meeting the world, without having to leave my house…how convenient is that?
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received?
“Well, not too bad for a woman” whenever I hear that, I just flinch inside, shake my head in disbelieve and roll my eyes in lightning speed.