I’ve got half a hundred depressing and deep thoughts swirling around in a haze, none willing to manifest in words. I’m not going to even bother, they’re as stubborn as me.
Just now, we finally got Netflix on line (please, please don’t ask why only now. It’s a complicated story) and I was hyper as a puppy and I might follow Jennifer Lawrence’s excited impulse to pee but I have some visage of restraint. Or I’d like to pretend that I do.
I was spinning in to a diz and squealing as quietly as I could since dad recently returned from the fields. Tim, my sister, is rolling her eyes and suppressing a smile in accustomed annoyance of my antics.
I don’t mind it one bit. I want her to remember me as that, the half insane older sister who likes to pinch her cheeks and tackle her with random hugs.
But guess what? (I do hope you haven’t peeked at the tags yet)
Come on, now.
Did you guess yet?