So last night was bleak for me. Two people I adore are in a coma. Another is in the hospital. Another passed away. Everything in the news makes me want to punch people. My allergies are horrible and I don’t know if that’s what’s keeping me in bed or if it’s a touch of depression. I’m not sure if I like my new glasses. A lizard bit me. It probably goes without saying that some of these problems are less important than others but they all seem to build up to a feeling of hopelessness and dread and anger that I’m too tired to vent, so instead of venting I’m restructuring. My head.
I’m avoiding the news. I’m thinking only positive, healing thoughts for friends and family who are struggling. I’m reminding myself that feeling miserable and terrified does not help anyone and would be the last thing that any of the people I’m worried about or sad about would want.
I’m not focused enough to write a real post so instead I’m going to share a bunch of shit that makes me happy but that isn’t worth a whole post. And if you like it you can share something that makes you happy. And that’s how the world goes around.
My husband’s Facebook page this morning:
I pass this giant man almost every day. I don’t know what he’s supposed to be holding. Invisible iguana? Delicious turkey leg? Machete to slice up assholes? Perhaps he’s in the middle of a three-way with two invisible people? Half of him is all “I know kung-fu. Come at me bro” and the other half is pouring out a 40 for his homies. It’s times like these that I wish I knew photoshop.
Last month everyone was sharing pictures from this website that let you combine you and your partners faces to see what your baby would look like so I decided to see what it would look like if my cats had a baby and that’s how I found out that this website is a lie.
This showed up on my amazon page and I felt a bit insulted but then I realized that I really do want that unicorn mask. Touché, Amazon.
The cats on the left are looking at me like, “You brought this on yourself really. Look at your life. Look at your choices.”
Hunter S. Thomcat stole my shoes.
Your turn. Make me smile. Pretty please?