Two interesting phone calls
I told G that if I die I want to be buried with my five finger elephant puppets and I want Who Shot the LaLa to be played at the funeral – she refused, insisting she wants to go first.
Then my work husband called and spoke to me of the twinkle in my eye and he made me sound irresistable, which of course is why he is my work husband and why I love him.
The next phone call was from the man who has the potential to make my eyes twinkle, but when he told me he had a date the next night, I decided to quit playing in his sandbox – he doesn’t act nice and gentle to me.
I spoke to a friend about going on a man fast – but as the LaLa gets done, and my time frees up, I now have time to fuel my imagination with things other than hardee board and mineral spirits and hinges and men with tool belts who I need to show up and do things I cannot do – with this free space and time I can now let my imagination dwell on more pleasant things.