I get it. Really.

Hey JT, in NYC,

[Mid-life crisis] I get it. Really get it.
The other day this guy insulted the needle books that I'm trying to sell on ETSY (Ugh. Long story.) Suggested that I'd sell them for, what?, $5.00 each. I'm thinking +$30.

Then a b*tchmom at ballet asked me if my GRANDDAUGHTER was in the class. I looked pretty damn hep that day too. She was sloppy & preggo but I wasn't going to be so classless as to ask her when she was due. Then, when she found out that darling M is my DAUGHTER she crassly said, "So, tell me about M. What's THAT on her head?" Young idiot.

At a party for the Chinese New Year every single conversation descended into yet another laundry list of C's heath issues. I kept excusing myself, finally just waiting in the car, big day the next day.

On Thursday, coming home from the hospital with C, I saw a huge billboard advertising Blue Oyster Cult! They are playing Wendover, NV. I am NO fan of BOC, nor Wendover, but suddenly it seemed like a great idea. Just get me outta here!

The 40's are rough. That feeling of relentlessly putting one foot in front of the other is wearing on the bones and soul. Greatness though, is wasted on the young and also not exclusively theirs. Keep writing. Keep loving. Keep moving forward. 

xoxo
H
Glad you liked the card. Would have liked to see you more while in UT.

B is for BOX. Ah-Ha.

Earlier today I turned to C and declared that the word "only" is an idea killer. Meaning, whenever I hear "only" I automatically do one of two things:
1) Turn off. Then I sigh and think, "Oh, o.k. I guess that is the only way to do that..."
2) Turn on. Then I think, "Oh yeah?! I'll show you!" and proceed to dig in and find a way around the Only way.

The point? If someone says they want to "think outside the box" and then they follow that with "Only..." you know they are full of BS. (A certain government agency (USDB) comes to mind.)

C will post more about this on his funky and fun new blog for Dialect Inc. Brandthropology.