check your sugarcoat at the door

ascension

It was the worst week ever, by my own melodramatic standards.

I thought Friday might be okay. Then I got a speeding ticket. And my friend has cancer, I learned, but I’d see him that night and be convinced there was no stronger man, ever, right?

I left the benefit party in such hysterics, I couldn’t see the road ahead of me.

It was one thing after another, tumbling violently downhill, gaining in size and strength. A giant ball of suck. I stopped trying on Friday night and crawled into bed next to Kiddo around ten.

I worked out extra long and hard on Saturday. I was productive around the house and then I got a nap in. Figuring I’d claim the day with at least a soft grip, I took Kiddo to the zoo. There was a reason admission only cost a couple bucks. After four billionty types of monkeys and something resembling a llama, we hightailed it out. She enjoyed it though. Cuz six-year-olds have low standards.

There was a baby hedgehog that left me with the urgent need to have a spiky little house pet named Simon.

And Sunday involved a park picnic, which is hard to top as far as relaxing goes and the weather was chilled to perfection.

And then I got a free vacuum.

And today, there was a milkshake.

-CJ

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