When I opened my eyes this morning to my alarm going off to wake Sean up for school, I saw this post recapping my birthday. I smiled and shared it. Of all the birthday posts I received yesterday, this one had to be the first one to show up in the montage. Now the world knows that my brother, Dave, calls me, “Poop.” He’s been doing that since about the time I was in seventh grade and was 13 years old. It wasn’t until I was about 32 or 33 that my Mom noticed that he calls me that. She hates it but now that’s just what he calls me.
I knew that I would feel pretty bad today because I was so excited yesterday! It’s not Sunday, I did not, “smoke my mind,” and I am not hung over… but it kind of feels like it.
After my Dad‘s death, I absolutely love this song! It reminds me of him although he never pushed me on a swing in the park. I told my Mom that I put the sweatshirt I was wearing yesterday back on so technically, this is my, “Cleanest, dirty shirt.”
I spent the day just reading my book. When the, “Green leopard print” would show up on the pages, I just put the book down and closed my eyes to rest them for a little while. I closed my eyes when Sean left to work out and did not open them until I heard him unlocking the front door. That was a lot of sleep but I am sure that will help because I don’t sleep very well at night
I want to write about my wonderful birthday dinner yesterday but, I’m just not feeling it today! I feel like, “Poop.“