The other me sometimes wishes she had a blog. It wouldn’t be dedicated to simple pleasures. It would be the place to rant and rave. Yes, yes… I do have a category set aside for that very purpose. But this kind of ranting wouldn’t get the rose-colored-shades treatment.
The other me would write about how miserable it is when you’re in a hurry, and you have to buy one quick item and get it back to the project before the electrician leaves, so your best bet is the “10 Items Or Less” line… but someone is there checking out with 73 items… and while you wait, that person and the clerk both seem a bit embarrassed about the situation, but neither has the courtesy to even attempt a sheepish smile and say “sorry about this”.
The other me would finally get fed up with being seated behind girls wearing jeans that are way too small, and are slung way too low, with shirts that are far too short, forcing all behind them to catch the unwanted glimpse down their back side. You know… in the world of construction I’ve had to deal with more than my fair share of laborers trying to set toilets or install baseboard… all the while battling this unseemly situation. These guys get a pass. It’s ridiculous that this attire counts as some kind of fashion statement. I’m weary of it.
Well, there are plenty of things the other me would write about. It would be just terrible trying to get photos to go along with the stories. I’d better keep that side of me off of this website. I’ll continue to remind myself from time to time: “Can’t blog about that!”
And there you have it my friends. I shall now go back to happy thoughts of good food, pretty flowers, nice people, dream vacations and sweet memories. Yes… that’s better. Much better!