Seven
It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
My I don’t have to run day
It’s just another manic Monday
Oh please, help. Someone put me out of my misery. I’m actually quoting The Bangles.
Like insidious pop songs are prone to do, this one somehow became the soundtrack for my life today. Not that it was all that terrible, except for that moment where I got a flat tire and realized my replacement tube was the wrong size. That was not so great.
With a bit of literal scrambling and then resigning myself to a slow ride home on public transport, it all worked out.
But if in the middle of it you’d have hooked a sensor up to my brain, you would have found my thoughts drifting off to yesterday’s jaunt to our little patch of summer urban heaven.
A we-don’t-have-to-run day at the West Philly Sprayground
Hellooo dahlink. Zo pleased to meet me. I? I am Amani … la magnifique! Tremble before me.
Hot summer afternoon + freeze tag = pretty interesting psychology
The Great Escape … all that was found later were two muddy sets of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, darn near worn down to the nub.
Hokey doke, Maya. Here’s the dealio. I’ll hold the big lug down while you drag that fuzzy bathrobe belt through a bunch of muck. Make sure it’s really wet and ookey. Good good. Now, let’s hog-tie ourselves a water buffalo!
p.s. Preggo chick’s a little weary but generally okay. One week to go!
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