Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day.

Sometimes the BF reads this... and once he even commented.
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Mark: I don't know what to say... it's your turn.
Today I am missing you more. And I am sad while I wait.
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Everyone else: I am well aware of your opinions - value and share almost all of them. Sadness does not require action. It just is. And I feel it. And that's OK... really. I'll be better by tomorrow.
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The car still needs to go to the shop... sometimes things just aren't that easy for me... don't ask me why. I guess that these days I am trying harder to just live with things for a while... it's my way of incorporating a lot more patience into my life.
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Boots makes great wipes that you can use to clean, tone and moisturize your face if you feel that it needs cleaning away from, say, the shower.
Incidentally, those throw-away, one-time-use, no-water tooth brushes... those ROCK. They cost .50 a piece. But they can make you feel like your life has just been saved.
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A lot of people have said - in various ways - that that which makes you angry in other people is really a fault you find in yourself.
So I was irritated yesterday at Ross because the sizes of things were all mixed up.
Then, I took a pair of shoes and tried them on for Little Ring... didn't like the way they looked on my feet and ... DID NOT PUT THEM BACK WHERE I FOUND THEM.
I am bothered by this not-putting-things-back-where-they-were-found thing in lots of aspects of my life... stuff left on counters at home, maids pushing stuff off the back of my desk at the office, people picking flowers in national parks.... and this is hard to admit... but I really need to be more conscious of my own selfish actions.
So, there is a ladder propped up against the inside of the back fence because I was too "tired and hot" to carry it back to the shed. And there are pink crocs on my front porch because it was "too much effort" to rinse them with the hose and carry them to my closet where they belong. Pictures that I took off the wall when I rearranged my room the last weekend in June, are still sitting on a chair and have yet to be rehung.
And. "I'm sorry Ross clerks," at the Ross at Parker and 75 in Plano, "for putting the Bandelino's on the wrong shelf."
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Shine, Cheese and Little Ring entertained me for a few hours yesterday... and I wanted more... I really did, except for my stomach muscles. They are quite happy Shine had a date. Because the giggling and out-loud guffawing have left them a bit sore. Yes. This does say a lot about the horrid state of my stomach muscles... but still, ouch.
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I know last week I commented that the longest part of summer was behind us. Remind me. Please.
Today, I am cranky about the heat.
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People who panic make me twitch.