No, y'all. Just, no.
I am not meant to go out on a Friday night anymore.
Or probably any night, for that matter.
It was fun, getting ready, painting my eyes and picking out what necklace I wanted to wear, putting my silver bracelets on my arm. It was fun kissing my handsome husband and driving in to town with the sunset in front of us.
But then when we got to the restaurant there were people. Lots of people. And noise. Plenty of noise. Way too much noise. And when it finally came time for us to leave, I was so fucking happy I could have died and felt like I needed some heroin to calm down.
Let's face it- I can't handle that much sensory overload. I simply can't. And I don't have to.
Lord, Lord. I am so happy I live in Lloyd.
So good morning and it's a beautiful morning and Scott is coming over and he and Mr. Moon are going to do something on Scott's new truck and Jessie and August are coming out and we might go get baby chickens!
Yes. This is what I'm supposed to be doing. And if I want to paint my eyes and wear silver, I should just do it right here where my chickens are, my flowers are, my beautiful old house is, where my very true heart is.