.... I'm feeling like a toddler with lips sealed shut, waiting for mom to realize she ONLY wants to eat green beans that make the noises of choochoo-trains and aero-planes. Well, today I am remembering to be a good mom to the toddler in me - anticipate the stories & promises & scolds that will empower her to Do the Right Thing. (Unfortunately, she was still wearing the pants in this relationship over breakfast... which meant sausage croissant roll for the 3rd day in a row instead of green beans. Or at least Special K Red Berries. Can I go back? Meh, whatever. I will rule lunch tray.)
So back to magical thinking... (as if I'd ever left)
Anthropomorphical Weekend Task List
Attend a Kennedy Center Concert = to have something to finally call Grampa Hank for chatting about
Bust out a 4 pager on Branch Campuses = to improve my chances of every-morning coffee with Rebecca Horton, a friend I love to break bread with
Clean my room = shower love and affection on my bunkmate Hayley, who deserves all my love and affection*
Dry cleaning all the way at Eastern Market = to slay a dust dragon encircling my high-maintenance clothes, including that really sleek work skirt. SLAY!
Ender's Game = to become a space warrior commander (not to be mistaken for space cowboy, my other favorite thing to be)
Fake out the trash, I mean... = to imagine I am Zack and I like taking out the trash (better than cleaning the bathroom at least)*
Gym workout = to hang out with my dad (from a distance) who is likely to be at the gym too. Where else would he be on a Saturday? Hey Dad!*
Hit a gay club/lounge at midnight = to celebrate Robert's debut as a back-up dancer extraordinaire
Ice my shoulder = to invite 23 little fairies to dance on my shoulder, throwing healing darts through my skin into my muscles*
Just CALL Amazon about broken Kindle = to give mom another kiss on the cheek for buying me this extravagant gift (and make up for the slap on her cheek, letting it sit on a shelf for 2 months)
* = done
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