...that's what I seem to be having today.
You know I have ADD........no, really. Doctor told me..
I was surprised..
Nobody else was..
Anyway..I was thinking about my shoulders today. They are too small. Not too small actually, but not broad enough.
Not that I want football-guy shoulders, but I'd like to be able to hang a shoulder bag on my shoulder and NOT have it slip down uncomfortably to my hand.
If I wanted a hand bag..I wouldn't have bought a shoulder bag.
And this is a problem because..??
Because I lOVe purses. And I talk with my hands. And I love to talk and walk and have my hands NOT holding a hand-bag.
..and...I don't really want to look like those ladies who's purses fall into the crook of their arms and have to hold the arm in a weird, gravity-defying position when they walk and talk...makes me think I need white gloves on ...and a hankie....which would be fine if I wore girly-shoes, which I don't and it would look silly to have all those accessories and tennis shoes...or crocs...
And everyone else seems to be able to hang a shoulder bag actually on their shoulders..I want that as well.
And yes, I know shoulder bags are not good for you (posture, theft, shoulder pain) but I like them. I need them..I want to walk and talk and shop and eat all the time sporting a great shoulder bag..
Then there's this book I'm reading that another blogger sent me (Hi Debbi!) called Annie G. Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral..
And now that's what I want. A fabulous traveling funeral where everybody has fun, remembers me and spreads my ashes in all the places that I loved, cries and becomes best friends. With each other...I'd be dead...
And they wear red tennis shoes.
OK, so now that I've emptied my head, I can go to sleep.
Tomorrow is Thursday...see..another week's almost gone. And I am one week closer to being 60.....720 months old. That's a lot of 1sts and 31sts..and a few 28ths and 30ths..
I don't even want to think about how many weeks old I am..
I hate math.