My Mind is a Scary Place.

My communication has been spotty at best lately.  So the other day I was giving one of my best friends a an  update on my life via e-mail.  Here's a few of the things that were included on that from Wednesday:

Here’s the highlights of my life right now, consider this your readers digest guide to my day/night…

- My to do list for tonight includes painting my toenails (has to happen, they’re shameful)

- I have to bake cupcakes and box them prettily bc I have a birthday lunch AND a birthday dinner tomorrow – for 2 different friends.

- Sometimes when I have a lot to do I want to put things in the oven and try to quickly run an errand before the timer runs out.  There are so many things wrong with this idea, I know.

Yes, you read that write. I literally, regularly, imagine myself putting something in the oven, carrying my portable kitchaid timer while I run (literally) to my car and hurry through an errand while watching the clock. I KNOW what you're thinking - this is how accidents are caused, what if my house burns down, how could I possibly have so many things to do I can't sit still the 30 minutes it takes to baked a batch of cupcakes.  But really friends, it's the competition (with myself) of doing it all. I create these 'games', like beating the timer, in my head and I want to win them.  When I accomplish them, I reward myself with strange prizes like 'you may now read 2 chapters of your book'.

This post will be brief because today is Wednesday and does anyone really love a Wednesday morning? I didn't think so.  And so, I simply had to share with you lovely readers the chaotic scary place in which my thoughts run a muck. 

Love,

B