So I had the whole day to think about my previous blog. Man, I sound crabby. But I had to get that out there. You know how it is. When you’re a creative, emotional person, you’ve got to get those thoughts out. Then you can release them. And by you, I mean me. SO….Letting go. Breathing deeply.
All the stuff with my ex and his wife will be okay. It really will. I'm just shaking it off. And shimmying while I do it just because I can.
Here’s the good stuff.
Me and the kids met Kealoha’s parents this week. It involves the following things:
1) Simone grabbing my shirt and flashing my boobs to Kealoha (possibly his dad) while Simone cried “Boobies! Boobies!”
2) Louis saying after quite some time to Kealoha’s parents “You’re a lot nicer than I thought you’d be”.
3) And me gushing obsessively over Kealoha’s mom’s pottery. I really do love pottery, but, holy cow, I sounded like a female Eddie Haskel. “Gee, Mrs. K., you sure have great plates! Geez! What I wouldn’t do to have plates like these!
All of to the music of parrots squawking.
This is a good story. I’ll tell it this weekend.
Until then, be well, be happy, and cheers.