Thursday, August 15, 2013

Being apart is stupid.

Hello, new people! If you are new to this site because you picked up my card at my Craft Lake City booth, message me* if you would like a custom order or if you just want to talk about life or waffles or body lint. 

And to the trio of cool kids who are giving the Create Education Better sampler to their friend, Miss Utah: let me know how that goes. Tell her I want to take her out to lunch and get her fat.

Hello, old people. (You know who you are.) Hi. I like you.

It's that time of year again! It smells like magic and sharpened pencils and 3-feet long Target receipts. Back to schooooool! 

This morning I dropped my son off at his special nerd school. It was his first day of high school. Even typing that sentence chokes me up. Man, I need to get a grip. Such a great kid. He has mummy-wrapped himself in the cliche that kids grow up too fast.

My girls start next week. I have given up any pretense of making their summer meaningful. Right now my youngest has a glazed-over expression on her face while she is playing Skrim. The other is in her room watching Adventure Time on Netflix. If you clap your hands two inches from their faces, you might get the trace of a flinch.

One of my daughters is starting 5th grade and the other is starting junior high. Junior high is unequivocally awful and I would body-swap her in a second if it meant that she didn't have to go through that. Hopefully, I can help her deal with the daily pain of being mindfooked by little 7th grade bitches. 

Meanwhile, my husband is in Brazil. Which sucks. Not that Brazil necessarily sucks, but that not having him home for this intense week of emotional cheerleading, sucks. That last sentence sucked. But I am simply too unmotivated to rewrite clunky sentences.

My first custom order from a Craft Lake City attendee** sums up my feelings nicely.

Being apart is stupid.


* thecottonfloozy@gmail.com
** Natalie Anonymous Last Name


2 comments:

  1. "Hopefully, I can help her deal with the daily pain of being mindfooked by little 7th grade bitches."

    Mindfooked is my new favorite. You are my old favorite. Still, a favorite is a favorite.

    Hope Brazil is awful and buggy. No, I don't, but, I hope that made you feel a little better.

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    1. Nooooo, I don't want to be in Brazil. At least not the cities he is visiting. I just want him *here.*

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