If we were having coffee, I would be so glad to be meeting with you than what I was doing last week. This has been a rough week for my family. Going to St. Louis was hard because I had a headache for two days because I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. It sucked. Then, we’re having some medical problems at Casa In-Laws, so the in-laws are gone more, leaving me, Cohiba, and Wee One. (So please send positive thoughts to in-laws.)
On the other hand, in a way, this change has been interesting, because it’s mostly the three of us again, like in Seattle. I like seeing how we were work and how WO would respond. Also, I realize how much my mother-in-law does, particularly with Wee One. God bless her.
If we were having coffee, I would bring up indecisiveness, how terrible I am with that. Of course, you have seen that, having had coffee with me every week for a year. Every time I order something, it’s like the last time I’ll be able to get it, Cohiba often jokes. My problem isn’t making the decision itself, it’s the opportunity cost! If I choose to read a book one night, that means I’m not crocheting or writing. Because I’m reading. I don’t know how to get around that.
I did figure out how to get around one puzzle I’ve been riddling for a while now: my hair. I don’t really like it this length, not really. Not unless it’s straight, which it never is. But I do like it curly when it’s about eight inches shorter. So, using a Punnett square sort of logic, I’m going to cut it.
Stop laughing at me! I made a decision!
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