and it shows on my quiz. how nice and consistent.
i should be doing paperwork and fixing up some lessons for tomorrow's therapy sessions for my kiddos...but no. alas i am procrastinating through very dry contacts contemplating a bag of microwave popcorn just so i can get the half popped ones because they are so good and crunchy. yah, i'll do it.
i can't wait to get my new tires. yippee!!! soon, they will be my next little distraction. i will have nice big ugly tires. woo hoo!!!
possibly, it may all stem from the time when i was about 7, and my mom and i moved to tucson to meet back with my dad who took a business opportunity out there. we moved to this little apartment complex. i had cute short hair. i was dressed in a white ghostbusters tee shirt and navy shorts with navy sneakers. a kid on the playground asked me to my face if i was a boy or a girl. i softly replied, girl, and withered away. i'm 99.2% over that, but still. maybe that's why i like boy stuff. and boys. because if i look like one, then they gotta be ok, right? i also like the simplicity of many of the boys. they are not all simple, God knows, but so many are. and i like that and would like to be simpler myself.
this has gotten to be a little ranty. for that, i apologize. looks wrong to me with the z, so i tried an s, 'apologise.' that looks wronger. hey, that looks really bad. gosh, i'm delerious. wronger??? hee hee. the prospects of jacking up my jeep gets me all wiggly in the brain, and silly.
oh i could go on and on tonight, but i must get ready for tomorrow.
peace and love and 33" BFG AT/KOs to all........................
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It you makes you feel any better, I think that most of us that had short hair at a young age were asked at one time or another our gender.
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