Pollyanna is me
A friend of mine accuses me of being a Pollyanna – and I might well be one but I got back to work on Wednesday after being gone from my desk for five weeks and I found my job interesting and challenging all in the same breath – sure I’d rather not work and cruise the Riviera in a yacht – but if I must work, I’m lucky to have a job that I enjoy. I also came back to friends that I love. I met friends to love in Croatia (and from Brazil). I love my house. I love my dogs. I love the bad bad cat. I love my girlfriend. I love my ex-husband. My life. My body. My red hair. My brain. I love New Orleans.
I was driving behind a big ass pick up truck the other day and the bumper sticker said, “Life is Wonderful.” And I felt like honking and saying, “Amen!”
I swear on a stack of bibles that I am drug free.