Latest News From the Karen Amster Silver Linings Playbook:
I have not worn a bra since Friday the 13th!
How lucky am I?
I may be confined, but my droopy old girls are not.
.Yay, me!!
This should have been a weekend (for so many) for schmoozin! Boozin'! Cruisin'!. Snoozin'!
(I'm changing my name to Susan)
And...
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood..because my back spasms have subsided considerably!
I will NOT be an Oxy addict!
I WILL continue to be a butter addict!
I WILL need to find a salsa rehab center once this disaster is behind us.
(don't judge..y'all are gonna get fat too..and realize there are WORSE things than that..like ....a friggin' global epidemic!)
Cheers to reduced back pain!
Jeers to the ass pain.
It's the same pain-in-the ass we're all feeling.
A big fat a-hole named mother f*cking CORONA!
Was it really THREE weeks ago that we named a stray cat that, while sipping iced coffee in the beautiful island of Antigua?
When I couldn't spend ENOUGH time with Jim?
Where the biggest catastrophe was some excess seaweed?
I know people have it worse than us..WAY worse.
I think of all those people who have no income and may be homeless, but they can't be put on the street because the streets would be infected and crowded, and they can't go to shelters because you're not social distancing when you're stealing the shoes from a person in the cot next to yours.
OK..time for a scream break:
AAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!
And stop, nit-pickers, I'm spelling phonetically.
I really need to count my blessings.
I have my health(until the Flexol wears off) my wits about me(although some would call me contrived) my husband, son, dog, bidet..
I just have to bide-t my time and realize it's not the end of the world.
It just..isn't..
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