Shoelaces for Josie

Eyes.  Eyes are amazing. I have amazing eyes. A lot of people do, you know. It’s not like it is anything special. And yet it is - probably because of all that “eyes are the window to the soul” crap. Crap that is actually true a lot of times.

My point is that I’m about ready to fall asleep. It’s not even eight in the evening yet. Does that make me a loser? An uncool grown-up?  Maybe. Probably. But I don’t feel uncool or loserish. I just feel tired.

I worked a lot today. I got my hairs cut - it’s ok.  I’m not digging it yet - it’s too similar to what I had before I got it cut. It’s just shorter - if I’m going to go get my hair cut, I want it to change. Seriously. Most likely, I am tired because I had to grocery shop. Oh how I loathe thee, oh shopping of the groceries.

And this short, scintillating (I get an email twice every week with that exact word in it - I laugh every time) tidbit for your reading pleasure. I went to a Mexican restaurant this evening and ordered a cheeseburger and fries. How lame is that?

But that’s not the really lame part. After trying to sound as un-American as possible while ordering my cheeseburger, I apologized to the waiter for ordering an American dish in his Mexican restaurant. Keep on trying, people, but I highly doubt you’re going to hit my peak on the cool-o-meter today.