I'm feeling a little out of sorts this morning. Jerry is at the office today so I'm home alone which you know a year ago wouldn't bother me but now it's like weird. Anyway, it's going to be one of those surfacy type grateful days because I just can't deal with much. So today I'm grateful for peanut butter. That's right. I said peanut butter. It's easy. It's somewhat nutritious. If you don't eat the whole jar which in yours pass I would have done but now I'm trying to get ahold of mindful eating so now I know it's a staple. That's good in the right proportions so I'm going to go eat my bagel with peanut butter and ponder my day at home alone.
I get that I'm a fundamental kind of person. I ask the usual question when you get home. How was your day? What did you get for lunch? Anything new? ...and of course, you give me your run-of-the-mill answers. Fine, blah blah blah... But then a day later you send me a picture of something that you bought while you were at a store and expect me not to start "narrating possible situations" because you don't write anything with that picture. I'm just supposed to know. This is why I feel confused and left out of your world. Because you don't share those little details that I would love to get. I know....basic girl crap....you know what? It's basic because that is how it should be ...basic information sharing.
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