Double the C, Double the S

The stuff I usually think would be good to write is just too risky. So I've been silent for what has turned into months. Basically my days are spent pretending I don't hear parents arguing. The dad who was dropping the F bomb more than there were regular words in his phone conversation only to realize he was talking to his wife. The wife who disagrees with her husband only to have him stop her and say "really? can I just finish telling her so we can go?" (enjoy that date night); the kid who listens to my "funny" story about how I gouged Mark's car door back in Tahoe and when she asks me if Mark was angry with me she says "When he's angry does he not go to sleep with you in your bed that night?" Hmmmm....

Anyway. That's my great f'ing life. I gotta say all those years when mommy told me I was so smart and daddy said I'd be something great I bet you they didn't foresee an almost 30-yr-old with a useless Bachelors, no job aspirations, and no hidden talents to make me worth hiring (unless it's to take care of other, more successful people's children).

So now it's super hot-as-hell here and I get to pretend like I enjoy the small children I see on a daily basis. So it's just that much harder.

The good news is I finally got new glasses and I dig the different color and slightly different shape. I didn't get Transitions lenses this time so after 5 years it's a bit rough getting use to sun glare again. But alas, these rust colored spectacles look great against my finally-reaching-my-shoulders hair. Yippee!