I’m having that kind of week with my children.

From Emily McDowell

I loved the show Parks and Recreation. Mostly because of Donna, played by Rhetta. She was the office manager, but mainly sat around looking fab and giving us some of the best quotes ever. I want to be her when I grow up.

The first one is exactly me. And the rest, too.

One of my favorites, the great Nora Ephron, wrote this in 2006 about blogging:

One of the most delicious things about the profoundly parasitical world of blogs is that you don’t have to have anything much to say. Or you just have to have a little tiny thing to say. You just might want to say hello. I’m here. And by the way. On the other hand. Nevertheless. Did you see this? Whatever. A blog is sort of like an exhale. What you hope is that whatever you’re saying is true for about as long as you’re saying it. Even if it’s not much.

I love that. I started blogging in 2003. It was before the blogosphere blew up. And here I am, blogging still. I might not have a lot to say sometimes, but what I have to say means a great deal to me. Whatever it is. I’m blogging to exhale. Love y’all.

I’m sick, so I’m not writing.

My friend Any posted this today and it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

The weather is killing me. I can almost feel the gray cloud following me. It’s called Seasonal Affective Disorder (to add to my other disorders).

10,000 Maniacs put it best, “The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey. 
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. 
With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. 
A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.”

Day 28: One thing you’re excited for 

I’m not going to lie, I’m not excited for anything currently. Not really. I have an upcoming trip to Dallas for a wedding, which will be fun. I’m excited at the THOUGHT of something though. On Record Store Day, a band in my top 3 bands is releasing a double album under their pseudonym and I’m hoping to get a copy. That’s exciting. I usually have a trip to look forward to, but none at the moment. Also, I ordered the cutest pair of earrings and cardigan from Mod Cloth. Right now it’s the small things, people.

Day 27: 10 people (living or dead) you’d invite to dinner. Include the menu. 

Well, if you insist.

1. Hillary (my friend, not Clinton, although she’d be great), of course, because she is not only my sistah, but a gentlewoman and a scholar.
2. Ernest Hemingway — do I really need to tell you why?
3. Dorothy Parker — the sharpest wit anywhere
4. Oprah (duh)
5. Michael Stipe — I would just love a conversation with him.
6. Eve — tell all, girl.
7. Johnny Cash — a man of many talents
8. Carrie Fisher — personal hero I very much feel a kinship with.
9. Zelda Fitzgerald — I can’t throw a dinner party without her.

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg — just talk and let me soak up your knowledge.

I really like my list. What amazing conversations there would be. Menu. That’s hard. I’m thinking good southern comfort food because fried chicken is universal (queen Elizabeth and Shakespeare would have eaten birds). I think cornbread and yeast rolls, mashed potatoes, green beans, fried okra (although it’s not my favorite — it is a vegetable), bacon Brussel sprouts, macaroni and cheese, and two desserts — key lime pie (gotta make Papa Hemingway happy) and Hummingbird cake. Yes, that will do.

Day 26: A word/phrase you use constantly

Seriously.

It can be used as a question: seriously?

As a way of agreeing: seriously.

As an exasperation: SERIOUSLY!

In place of “I mean it”: seriously.

It is seriously the best word of all time.

Just kidding.

Day 25: What you wore today

Pretty in Pink movie T-shirt with black wide leg yoga pants.

This is the shirt, which is now sold out. I love it

Day 24: describe your morning routine

Weekdays, I wake up against my will at 5:50 to make sure my daughters are up and drive them to the bus stop at 6:25 because the bus stop is at the front of our section of the subdivision and it is usually dark. Then I lie on my bed for 30 minutes until my 7 o’clock alarm goes off and I practically have to drag my 13 year-old out of bed to get ready to leave at 7:35. I take my morning drugs and watch the Today Show while I wait for the boy. Then I’m so stressed that a few times a week I go back to sleep. I don’t eat breakfast, I drink one cup of coffee. That’s it.