March why must you be so cruel?
Might as well grab your coffee and settle in for some Friday Fragments.
Every now and then Safari pops up with that annoying message saying it needs to unexpectedly close. You're then given the option of reporting this to Apple or not reporting, so I'm wondering...do you report? Is there a person on the other side of my computer whose job it is to analyze said reports? I'm glad I'm not that person. I have enough trouble with this side of the computer.
Somehow I've ended up with a stack of routine doctor's appointments all happening this month. In spite of sunscreen and a hat, I have some ever so slight tan lines left over from last month's trip to Florida. I'm sure the dermatologist will scold me because that's what they do.
Then there's the eye doctor who will no doubt feel it his duty to remind me of my age. My eyes were absolutely 100% perfectly perfect until one day three years ago when I woke up to a slightly blurry world.
Aging is like a nuclear explosion. There is a lot of fallout.
Are you familiar with the Jason Aldean 'country rap' song called Dirt Road Anthem? I'm pretty sure twenty years ago nobody put the words country and rap in the same sentence, but whatever...
Also? That child refers to me as Momma. Not Mother, Mom, or Mommy, but Momma. The word momma is like a windows open, soft breeze blowing, sunshiny blue sky day in my soul. When your children grow up and move away you don't just miss their faces. You also miss the voices that go with the faces.
I took my pup to the vet yesterday and we won't even discuss how many dinero I've handed over to these people in 2013, but she's cute isn't she?
She thinks if she gets behind the wall maybe they won't see her.
I'm supposed to be getting my haircut this morning and then having lunch out with friends to celebrate some birthdays. Those two activities together contain the makings of a great day, unless they are interrupted due to pesky snow in March.
Having my haircut ranks right up there in my top ten list of favorite activities. A good haircut has the potential to completely change my outlook on a day, maybe even life. (No pressure Jodie!)
Having to cancel a haircut can also change my outlook on a day.
Not life, just my day.
We have nothing on the weekend calendar. I'd kind of like to go into the city and I'd also like the air to be somewhere around 65 degrees. Not sure either of those things will happen, but if I were betting I wouldn't put money on the latter. Still, it's a weekend and we're empty nesters, so we can do whatever we want.
I guess not all fallout is bad.
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