my postcards

Hmmm, this was a draft from a few weeks ago...but sure, why not?
I'll post it as is with the caveat that it's dated.

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5/31/2010  | postcards
Remember that book / blog that was so popular? The one where people submit anonymous postcards with deep dark secrets? I haven't blogged, facebooked, returned calls lately - because really, I'm feeling foul. Foul as in sick, and foul as in tempered. But more foul as sick. Having said that, human friends appear to be forgiving so I guess I'm allowed to resume relationships with low penalties. But really, I'm so black and bitter I think its best to lay low...


MY POSTCARDS


the other day my husband cut himself on the hose box. he was trying to recoil the hose with zero finesse and caught a finger in the locking mechanism. it bled a lot. i pretended to feel bad and helped him douse it with hydrogen peroxide... but secretly, he had it coming to him.

despite the fact that I respect almost all of my friends that do it, I still think breast feeding is grossly overrated. unless it's to save money, or sleep better, or you really like it personally then i think its smart.

my daughters preschool teacher continues to promote a relationship between one other girl and mine in her class. she comments to me daily that there is a great affection between the two. for all intents and purposes, the girls an idiot, has no redeeming value, and her parents are only slightly higher on the evolutionary chain then apes. i think less of her teacher for even allowing the child to be schooled there.

every time we play "marry, boff or kill" my husband and i kill the same neighbor.

although I don't mind gaining weight to support the twin beasties, i'm quite embarrassed to be so large.

i wish my daughter could keep her binky longer. i told her that the binky fairy was coming someday but not today - then i lost all her binks within the last week and now she thinks the fairy came already. my husband says  to just allow her to think so but i'm sad anyway.

my dads wife brought over a pair of jeans she insisted were my three year old daughters that I left at their party. I told her repeatedly that we didn't leave jeans, or undies for that matter... but she brought them by anyway and dropped them off. a pair of size 14 girls shorts. i question her brain power at times.

i "like" very many people but overall, somedays? would be fine moving and creating an entirely different set of friends. for three years I've found the same people false. i don't know why I continue to wish for more. maybe because THEY seem so content with each other i assume something must be wrong with me.