The human race is so fickle. Some nights at home you think to yourself why doesn’t anybody ever just show up out of the blue and visit us here, we have a nice porch to sit on with a pretty view and lots of drinks? Then other nights when you’re sitting inside you hear a car pull into your driveway and you say, “Are you kidding me right now? Who’s here? Someone sneak over to where you can look, but don’t stick your big head in the window where they can see so we can pretend not

I’m on a chemotherapy drug now to help my autoimmune diseases, so my doctor said I might lose my hair on the top in the back. Well that should be an attractive look for me! I might have my husband spray paint that spot in the back and call it good. Or maybe do a combover like the guys do, that should be so pretty! She also said pick a day of the week you want to feel bad, because the day after you take the drug you’re going to feel blah and sad. Great. What day of the week do