The Worst Part

of writing this blog is thinking of a damn title for the post. Not all the time of course. But often enough.

Anyway.

• All that shit I've been doing must be working, (even though the damn bingo wings and menopot are still very much present), because yesterday I bought a size smaller pair of jeans. Just never you mind about the spandex content in said jeans. (A.K.A."Fiddle dee dee" in Southern girl speak.) As Anon CP said, if they zip and snap - that's all that matters. 

• Speaking of all that shit working, I joined a bodybuilding site to track my progress somewhere other than Facebook. It's a site I reference for the name of whatever we did in Barbell Club (what was that painful thing that crushed my clavicle called again?). I currently have three "friends" - all extremely buff 20 somethings. Hilarious. I would squash them like a bug - emotionally, physically, and mentally.

• While we're on the subject of clavicles, doesn't it sounds like it should be somewhere below the belt? Maybe that's just me.

• Wish I'd taken a picture of the leaf in the shape of a whale fluke last week, still thinking about it.

• Yesterday: an old woman, completely unaware of us, sat on the steps of her little mill house, lost in the blossoms of the impatiens on the step next to her. Such a poignant evocative image, but a photo seemed too invasive. She reminded me of Mom. 

• Today I thought my steam cleaner had died - alas and alack! The end of the world as I know it! But then it miraculously was healed and floor cleaning commenced. Best $150 I ever spent. 

• What the hell else? After two months (tomorrow actually), the Old Sea Dog [OSD] and I are still...something. In communication. We'll leave it at that, shall we?

• It was 91 degrees here yesterday, y'all. At least it wasn't humid. What the hell happened to autumn?! I was not happy to turn on the AC again, let me tell you. 

• My next tattoo will be "Fear Is A Liar" on my right forearm. If Dogstar will ever call me back. I'll ask Kathryn to jus it up with some knot work. Like this: 
  
  
  
  
  
  Thought for the week: ‎"Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness." Seneca  
  
  
  Go forth and be kind, readers.