Friday, May 23, 2008

Nobody can see me through my magic newspaper shield



My stress levels are shooting through the roof again.

Yawn. What else is new?

Nothing I want to talk about.

Which? Is yet another reason I'm really a man. Believe it or not, even though I've been a girl for decades, the phrase "I don't want to talk about it" comes to mind. When it all gets to be too much, I shut down. Just like a man. The person hiding behind the newspaper who only grunts when you try to start a conversation? That would be me.


Bring me a plate of bacon and eggs and some coffee or shut up.

So I'm at Mamarazzi today.

2 comments:

  1. Would chocolate covered bacon be too girly?

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  2. Not at all. Guess what I've eaten today: barbecued pork ribs and chocolate cookies. Can chocolate-covered bacon be far behind?

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xxx, Poppy.