“I Am a Golden God!”: The Small Victory of May 17, 2012
This is what I did today:
Yes, I realize you don’t know what you are looking at.
Yes, I realize that this is impressive to no one, including me now that I am seeing it up close. I mean, anyone could stretch a fitted sheet over an ugly shelf. It’s like putting a beret on a redhead. But despite that I am proud. Proud of my ability to think creatively in the face of plastic wood adversity. Proud to find a use for a fitted sheet that did not involve tears of defeat expelling from my eyes as I unsuccessfully attempt to fold it.
Yes, I realize this is a small victory for myself. But sometimes small victories are all one has left when one’s love life has dissolved, work life has exploded, and home life has relocated. With all of the stress, I need a small victory. I put 3 different chap sticks through the laundry rinse cycle in the past 2 days. I’m still crying.
The girl under the influence of victory and Raisin Bran