People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
Don’t get upset.
Do the right thing.
The Daily Stoic
I am in love with this morning.
Dark and brittle and bone cold.
My warm mug and 3 big dogs,
Drew asleep upstairs
For just a bit more.
The sound of the waves
From my comfy couch.
I think I have finally found the right spot for it.
My sister sent me a text telling me that when her husband came home from work the other day she asked him “What are you doing home?” Apparently, he was like, “WTF?”
Now she asks him all the time…oh god, I’m dying here.
She told me to try it on Drew. He did not think it was funny either.
While making our bed this morning while Drew dressed I asked “Would you still make the bed if I was dead?”
He said he would but probably wouldn’t use all of the accent pillows. “I’d probably use one and donate the rest.” This cracked my ass up.
“Why not just use them all, they go with the bedding?”
To which he replied “I’d donate them in your name.”