Random Thoughts

And then sometimes, the magical veneer gets scratched a little bit… Look, I KNOW that life isn’t supposed to happen the way it does at our house.    Like, I realize it is some kind of magical fluke that the kind of thing that happened yesterday doesn’t happen all the time.   The fact that our house is located on a super busy corner with tons of car and foot traffic 24 hours a day and that we can keep ANYTHING safe that is visible on our front porch is technically something that should not be possible.   It should all get taken, right?   Even the actual TREE – bright, lovely, lights shining 24 hours a day – how does the TREE itself not get stolen? And hey, I get it.   There is also a fine line here at the Big Yellow House.   So much is given away here – food, warm clothing, umbrellas in the rain, other items if come ask for something and we happen to have it.   So if, hypothetically, you “take something” from our home without asking, is it...

This is the story of my friend, Heather. It is also the story of my NOT friend, Jason. If you are offended by the use of foul language, specially the f-bomb, this is not the story for you and you should stop reading now.     OK, it is just us foul mouth f-bomb droppers left, right? FUUUUUCK!! My friend Heather, a true sweetheart, messaged me this morning saying she had a massage appointment with “her guy” at “her place”.   And OFFERING me said appointment.   Like, free.   As a gift.   “All you would need to do is tip!” she proclaimed.   Only, she sent the offer in the morning.   And, having just gone through a particularly stressful and busy holiday season, I slept until around 12:30 pm.   When I finally opened my phone to see what had happened in the world while I drooled on my pillow, the group conversation where the massage had been offered was full of, “SUSAN BETTER WAKE UP SOON!   She is gonna miss ou...