hi.
i was planning, hoping, excited about going, to the opening for the new exhibit at the impossible project tonight.
but i bailed. i so did not want to bail, but at 4:08, with work, and calls to the school, and a run to target, and school pick-ups, and back to work, and another pick-up ahead...
i bailed.
i would so like to be the one who can run into the city on a thursday night for something fabulous that i want to do or see.
but i'm not.
i'm old, and lame, and tired.
ok. that's...as my dad would say...painting it on a little thick.
but...i'm staying home tonight. or actually, as the kids are cooking tonight (thursday!) across the street, i'm sitting here now, waiting for the call that soup's on. (or, tacos, as the case may be.)
and tim is washing the car. (yes. it's february. what?)
and one is at work at the ice cream parlor. (see above.)
and the rest are scattered around the 'hood.
and as lame as i feel that i bailed, i'm also feeling like i've been given a few extra easy hours tonight.
and that maybe i needed a few extra easy hours.
don't we all.
xo,
tt
