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Happiness Can Be Found.....
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Happiness Can Be Found..... ....even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light."  So, I feel better. I have taken a long overdue social media break. It has been rather refreshing, really. A day with no atrocities being screeched from any screens. Dare I say it? I nearly feel normal! Well not really, but it looked good in print though, didn't it?  I did briefly get on FB today though. Lol, I love my friends. I got this crazy friend who once lived here, still visits family here on the regular, who has a most wonderfully absurd sense of humor. She made me look like an idiot on my own front porch from several hundred miles away. You got to admire a skill set like that. She recently acquired the first job she has held, publically speaking, for the first time in a good many years. Let's just say shit did not pan out.They opened the door to the cage and set her free. One of her biggest beefs with the job was the necessity of wearing a bra. This woman hasn't even owned a bra in twenty years. (I am dead serious. When you have small tits, it is an option to go braless when you don't have a public job.) There was much writing on her part, detailing this new employment, the discussion of the bra, posts about the purchase of said torture device. It has been great reading with my morning coffee. Anyhoo, when the end of said employment came she ran a wee contest to see who could guess what happened and what the end results were. I participated and then promptly forgot all about it. More on this in a bit. So today has been a busy day. For one thing the minion horde are all out of school here for parent-teacher conferences. The wubbie is delighted that her big sisters are here all day with her and her volume control button has spun off and rolled under the stairs and into oblivion. And naps? Oh hell..I would have a better chance of getting her to recite the Preamble of the Constitution. Plus there was the normal chores, laundry, sweeping, dishes...otherwise known as my eternal exercise in futility. You are never really done doing chores, you just get short reprieves between rounds. While I was downstairs folding laundry, the postman came. The mutts lost their ever-loving minds because it was a nice day and I had the windows and doors open, so they could really give that guy a piece of their minds. I came upstairs to calm the clamor and went outside to get the mail. The weather here is in its peak. The evenings have that nice nip, the days are temperate and mild. It is the lovely lazy days that I enjoy so much. I stood there, listening to the Wubbie do her very best banshee impression while, the Princess was egging her on. Since the shrillness was muted by the brick wall, it was rather nice. I reached into the mailbox and lo and behold! There is a padded envelope addressed to me with her return address. What?! I haven't talked to her in over a month so this was a total surprise. The screaming through the wall was now being accompanied by thunderous hoofbeats, so I decided that I was just going to open this on the porch, savor a little minute before I returned to the fray, as it were. Inside was a sports bra. What the actual fuck? So I am standing on my front porch, holding up this sports bra, and peering into the envelope to see if there was an explanatory note. Found it! Winner, winner, chicken dinner! I won the contest. The contest? Reading on and remembering the post, I started cracking up. Meanwhile...all my neighbors; that I really don't know all that well, are starting to come home from work. There I am, standing on my front porch in my finest laundry day attire with hair clipped up on my head and slightly resembling an extra from the cast of "Twister". Holding a sports bra up and looking at it while cackling like a madwoman. The pair across the street from us ignored me, as they do everyone, the nice family with the two little ones on the other side of the street might have been making the sign of the cross as they ran their in the house. I only caught a glimpse of mom as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Have no clue who the car was, hopefully they were too busy driving to notice. It would not surprise me to end up in a viral video some day. I can be so entirely oblivious to my surroundings at times. But, the laugh was a beautiful thing, I will have to send her a thank you card. Full of glitter. Love and Peace! "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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 Loved it!!!
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So glad I read this late afternoon...No Coffee to do a spit take with...That's marvelous...I chortled a lot...   
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I've had lots of braless days at work, the secret is wearing a thick sweater or a blazer so that there are no telltale "headlights" .    
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I agree with you about the chores bit. Still haven't mastered the short list. Hate the fact I am always slightly disappointed I didn't do everything I proposed on the long list. The bra story reminds me of and Edie Brickell song, Oak Cliff Bra..Sittin' on the front porch In Oak Cliff With my bra Watchin' some cars go by A lady with a baby With only one shoe Walks by Baby on her shoulder Has his mouth open More than his eyes Where's his other shoe? A little bird is bathin' On the driveway In a puddle of old rain A station wagon honks And swerves and almost Hits a squirrel The squirrel gets crazy eyed And zippers back and forth Across the pavement Talk about close calls  There are two kinds of light, the glow that illuminates & the glare that obscures. James Thurber
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Bra..vo! on winning the contest  
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oh no you didn't. you go right back to your computer this instant , right now. i have to know what you wrote to win. i'm dying here. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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very nice!!!!
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nice blog!!!!!!!!!
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I doubt anyone will ever mistake you for being normal. BW and WB, on HNW My Kind of Place I Had to Correct Her [post 3312759] My Private Blog - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets
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I imagine that was quite a disturbing scene seeing you on the front porch that way. As for the bra-less thing, I did notice while in NYC that about 1 or 2 in ten women go bra-less. I've never scene that here since the seventies! lol One reason for me to go back.  Thoughts from the Garden...
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I wondered why you were peeing in the envelope until I looked back and saw the "r"!
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