Spent the last couple of hours trying to remove the cart I put in front of the horse while reminding myself the news I received didn’t mean anything…yet.
Told myself there was no point in letting excitement push me into wondering and worrying about things which might not ever materialize.
Took some doing to pull myself back because for a moment I swore it was divine providence lining up opportunity.
Reminded me of some particularly challenging moments where excitement was warranted but likely to lead to other challenges so I set out to distract myself.
Looked in the mirror and muttered Sometimes a Whisper is Louder but that didn’t do the job so I dipped into my bag of tricks and reminded myself of the neighbor.
Dude said he was part of the Cult of Trump and I said you mean the cult of Drumpf which as everyone knows is the dumbest one ever.
“Hey man, don’t cry because you lost.”
“Hey man, don’t cry because your man thinks New Mexico is going to pay for a wall through Colorado or that you’re worshiping a dope.
Hell, if I was dumb enough to join a cult it would be one where I didn’t have to work and got free sex from hot chicks.
You have fun in Amway for Assholes.”
Apparently he thinks I am rude.
If you are of a certain age and hear someone say “Take a Chance” you might add the words “On me” to the phrase.
Heck, you might even put on a jumpsuit and sing in your best Swedish accent,
My love is strong enough
To last when things are rough, it’s magic
You say that I waste my time
But I can’t get you off my mind, no, I can’t let go
‘Cause I love you so”