I did not marry my high school sweetheart. Of course, one has to have a high school sweetheart to get the chance of marrying one’s high school sweetheart, and … well, I did not have a high school sweetheart.
I had a kindergarten sweetheart. No, I didn’t marry my kindergarten sweetheart, either. I’m not sure the feeling was mutual back in kindergarten. I vaguely remember something about cooties, though the doctor never confirmed I had cooties. Continue reading “Watch your mouth”
Keep swimming. Keep swimming. Isn’t that what Dora says in the movie “Finding Nemo”? Well, I’m not swimming, but I am telling myself to ‘keep moving; keep moving.’ Honestly, if you knew how many times I’ve mentally covered my ears and yelled “La la la la la! I can’t hear you!” to the voices in my head, you’d call the authorities, fearing the safety of my kids. Continue reading “How do you spell crazy? L E N O R E”
I dialed my Mom’s number. Inquiring minds wanted to know. I wanted to know. “Mum?” I said, when she answered the phone. “Yes,” she replied. “How old were you when you stopped getting your period?” Continue reading “Too much information regarding the road ahead.”