To the three people who read my blog, I'm sorry I didn't post any entries in nearly two weeks. I was busy feeling blue.
I was feeling blue because of one or more of the following reasons:
- My kids are ungrateful little brats who don't appreciate what they have. (Actually, I've been told this isn't true.)
- My friends don't really care about me. (Or maybe they've been busy recovering from the flu, chauffeuring their kids to activities and trying to balance work and family.)
- My husband doesn't look or act like a virile 25-year-old. (Neither do I, of course, but who's keeping score?)
- My toenails are in need of a pedicure. (True.)
However, I'm bored with feeling blue so I'm over it. Angst and melancholy remind me of these two really handsome but vapid guys I went out on dates with in college -- At first, each guy was an exciting novelty, but by the end of the evening, I was so bored I could have fallen asleep standing up. Also, one of the guys spent the evening doing Pee Wee Herman impressions, which are only funny the first 8 times. The other guy turned out to be one of those people who dance to their mirrored reflections on the dance floor, and there's just no excuse for that.
So I'm ready to turn my frown upside down and there are many things to cheer me. We just got digital cable and now I can watch Beastie Boys videos on demand. I'm going out this week with some girlfriends who always make me laugh. And I just remembered I have a brand new bottle of Baileys sitting in my kitchen.