Doesn't that name just sound like you're asking for trouble?
Anyway, la-di-dah and here it is Saturday and I have no idea what I'm doing today. The turkey carcass is all neatly and tidily dealt with, the broth is in containers in the refrigerator, the meat removed from the bone and in another container, the giant pot washed and dried and put away in the back of the cabinet.
Last night I said to Mr. Moon, "Maybe we should go out and eat Mexican food tomorrow night."
He looked at me in bafflement.
I know. Why would we go out to eat when our refrigerator is completely packed with turkey?
We shall see.
So I spend way too much time on Facebook although I hardly EVER post there. It's weird because I'll write almost anything here but on Facebook I feel too exposed. Plus, I don't think I really get Facebook. It's all so POSITIVE! Positive affirmations. Positive gratitude...stuff. When it isn't being all negative.
"I couldn't watch this video on...(insert horrifying action recorded on video here)... but you should because it's horrible and needs to end."
Then there's the ads. Why is Oprah so embarrassed about all that weight she's lost and has she lost weight? Wouldn't it make more sense if she were embarrassed when she gained weight?
And what does Dr. Oz have to do with it?
I will say, however, that I am certainly enjoying being friends with Keith Richards on Facebook. And his band, the Rolling Stones. Maybe you've heard of them. I may have mentioned those fellows before.
But like I said, here it is Saturday and I am going to take a walk, yes, I swear, I really am, no two ways about it. And then...oh, I don't know. I've caught up on all the Facebook news of people I know and people whose names are vaguely familiar. Mr. Moon is going to watch football on the TV today and I could do anything. Anything at all.
Which makes me feel woozy, just considering.
What are you up to today? Anything fun and exciting? I just ate oatmeal! And I have to tell you that if you put just the tiniest bit of brown sugar on oatmeal it is like ten thousand percent better than if you don't. Which probably negates all the oatmeally goodness but whatever.
All right. I'm out of here. If you're doing anything more exciting than eating oatmeal I'd love to hear about it. Unless it involves doing something like feeding the homeless or finding a cure for cancer because honestly, that would just make me feel worse about myself than I already do which is hardly possible but actually IS possible. My ability to feel bad about myself is, not unlike the universe, infinite.
And if you've finished your Christmas shopping already, just keep that shit to yourself.
Much love...Ms. Moon