Okay. So I am enjoying a perfectly pleasant bowl of frozen custard with caramel swirls when I happen across a post that reminds me of my all too recently unrequited love. (sigh) This, of course, reminds me of the gloomy day today has been, which, of course, reminds me that my hair took one look at me this morning and said, "Not today, sistah!"
I do think there is hope for me yet, though, faithful readers, as I find, with each passing day that, no matter how rapidly growing my feelings of incompetence are, that I still get by, and that I still have friends in the morning. (Go figure that one out...) Anyhow, I guess this is something of a reminder from me to me that, in the immortal of words of the great Canadian philosopher Avril Lavigne, "Tomorrow is a different day."
So I'll dance for today and pray for tomorrow and wish on a shooting star I can't see but I know is there that somewhere on the other side of this cloudy day stands a soon-to-be significant other waiting to hand to me all the sunshine I can handle for one lifetime. It's sappy, I know, but I can't help it if I'm a romantic, can I? Maybe Wonder Woman was, too...