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3.02.2009

Laugh at yourself

I got a text from my niece the other day. They got a new puppy, and I’m oh-so-excited for them. Their dog Chase passed away right before Christmas. Anyway, back to this text. At the bottom was my niece’s signature. (Never mind that I didn’t even know you could add a signature to your text messages.)

Allie <3 volleyball
Less than 3. Umm….huh?

I wish I could say I only stared at it for a few seconds before I realized what it meant. Oh, no…it was like five minutes. When it finally dawned on me, I burst out laughing.

Just like yesterday. At 3 pm I realized I hadn’t brushed my teeth. I climbed out of bed and built myself a little cocoon on the couch. I only moved to switch dvds. I didn’t take a shower, didn’t even change out of my pjs. I’d been fighting a cold the past few days and decided Sunday was my self diagnosed rest day. I pulled the covers over my head and giggled at my lazy self, which was immediately followed by a wave of guilt for doing nothing all day.



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