Life hands us stuff: lemons, blessings, unfortunately located piles of dog poo, rainbows….etc. Not all of it is tasteful, but our job is to make do.
That means thinking WTF and moving on.
WTF as in: WHATEVER. TOTALLY FINE.
I swim. A lot. In a heavily chlorinated public pool that annihilates my swimwear in a matter of weeks. That means I buy suits quite often and when I do? I get them CHEAP – sacrificing fashion for function and affordability, I scour the little Girl’s department at Target for something that may remotely pass as suitable for an adult.
As passionate I am about Childhood Obesity, $13 bathing suits is a nice perk.
What I’m saying is I often look like a complete idiot everyday at my gym and idontcurrr….
Other chicks are all Lululemon and I’m over here just like:
Probably not going to help me meet a man.
Whatever. It’s Fine.
Nor will the damsel in distress card when I run out of gas in the middle of the road.
The road worker who helped me push it off the road lambasted me the entire time… “Girl? How old are you?” and “Now, how the heck someone gonna run out of gas?”
He’s right. I’m a grown woman who waits for the gas light to come on. (Until it goes haywire and doesn’t).
A month or so ago my neighbor knocked on my door and alerted me to the fact that she had bed bugs. She also said that bed bugs travel through walls. You should know I think about this each time I have an itch.
I’m still on the fence about whether she is a bit loony or this is legit – but coming home to see this outside her door Sunday was disconcerting to say the least.
I spent an obscene amount of time trying to open this:
Of course I didn’t have a scissor. That’s why I needed to buy one.
That MF blister pack was making me really stabby … until I just laughed.
Which is exactly what you gotta do in life.
Laugh and think, WTF.
It’s totally fine.