My husband knows how my mind works. This evening while we were working in the garden he asked me to ‘turn him on’- referring to the water, totally expecting something provocative from me.
My Mind didn’t disappoint him.
Laying in bed being lazy when I roll over and see a bag of chocolate.
MY MIND: Oh look, breakfast!
I have moods – yesterday was a cleaning one. My daughters came to visit and wanted me to go out with them but my husband intervened.
“Don’t stop her, she’s in a mode and it might not happen again soon.”
My Mind: If I wasn’t busy you would be in so much pain.
To each their own.
My Mind: Does that mean I’m related to chocolate?
We are watching multiple episodes on Netflix when the show stops and asks us if we are still watching.
Dirk: Shouldn’t the question be, “Are we still bingeing?”
My Mind: Of course we are! (Clicks continue)
Another long day of working with unruly three-year-olds at the barn, discussing the future with the mosquito abatement team, planning field improvements, and living with scattered rain.
My husband decided we needed to go to bed early which my body didn’t argue with till my mind reminded me I hadn’t posted anything today.
As I’m running downstairs to do so My Mind spouts out, ‘Bad Blogger, Bad!’