Nothing Racey

I have no idea why I feel so dragged out.

It might be because that the heat in Texas is killing me.

Please rain, come soon?

I have two pugs this week because I am babysitting.

The house if full of shedding fur, curly pug tails and lazy snores.

Larry is at work.

If you are looking for more, sorry, that's all.

Yesterday I went to Subway for sandwiches.

The man in front of me, was kind of rude.

His glasses were thick, and his belly hug way over his belt.

He sure had a lot of bad stuff put on his sandwich.

The thing was, he kept staring at me.

At first I thought that I was imagining it...

I had on shorts and a summer top. Nothing racey. 

He kept staring at me and I kept pretending he wasn't.

Until, he was getting his chips and I was checking out.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

I could not help it.

What is wrong with me?

Today has started out much better,

I hear birds singing and the AC kicking on {again!}

Yoga at 10:00

Jared's birthday dinner with Jami and Jared tonight.

I am working on Christmas gifts {thats a happy chore!}

and

wish that people would just be kind.

You know the KIND that I mean?

The easy, no drama, no sneaky, no crap behind your back, no gossip kindness.

I am sorry to say, I have come to the conclusion, that some people cannot live without the behind the back drama that they can create.

If I have something to say or do, I will address it to you directly.

But you know, if you pull that drama stuff on me,

I just might stick my tongue out at you.

Hey.

I said that I was direct, not mature.

Love you.

Me