Friday Letters~Pot plants, fallen feet and throwing money away.

Dear front porch pots,

I've patted myself on the back several times this week since I updated you. I exclaimed to anyone that would listen: "I'm a great porch pot planter. I mean, a great porch plant potter!"
Is there a difference? Legally, yes.

Ozzie is partial to my porch pots too. And he's also a camera hog.
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Dear Orhaheel,
I am finally sharing my love for you with my nearest and dearest.
Something most people don't know about me....I'm never bare-footed. Unless I'm in bed or the shower, my feet are always shoe-d. My arches fell in 1993 and they never got up. This caused years of unanswered joint pain. My ankles, knees and hips hurt constantly until a Dr. figured out my issue.
I've struggled with shoes since then. I have a pair of custom made orthotics to wear in my sneakers, but other shoes have been a nightmare. I can't wear flats or heels. I need arch support and heel cushion at the same time.
I finally found some that I can wear comfortably daily and my collection is growing.

Like most everything that works for me, they are not cheap. But they are NOT the most expensive shoes I've invested in either.  But when it comes to my comfort {lack of pain} what wouldn't I spend?

These are my newest and favorite. If it was legal and not awkward, I'd marry them.

Someone needs to touch up their polish. As soon as they get done paying the electric bill....

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Dear Lindsay,
Apparently you think electricity grows on trees. When I came home from work on Thursday, just after you left for work, I counted twelve {TWELVE!!} light switches on in the house, during the day no less.
IF I were to count actual lights connected to those TWELVE light switches, well that would add up to even more lights and my head might explode.
Do you secretly own stock in Florida Power and Light?

FYI: I'd much prefer to spend money on more shoes for myself.

Happy weekend to you all.
Saturday we have prom. And by "we" I mean Lindsay. You know, the girl who likes lights. I'll be sure to take a picture or TWELVE hundred.

XOXO

Lemons

When life hands you lemons....
you put them in a beautiful vase, set them on the counter and say Oh, so pretty.
I slice one a day and add it to my water.

::OR::

When life hands you lemons.....
you put them in a beautiful vase, set them on the counter and say a day later:
Damn, they came with &^%$#@! fruit flies!!!!!
Then you dump the beautiful vase full of lemons into your compost.

What is wrong with this picture?
Yep, NO !?$%$# fruit flies.
Oye.

The Daddy-Long-Legs Saga.

A saga I live through at least once a month:
Scene: My bathroom. I'm peeing primping.
I look at the wall and see a random Daddy Long Legs wandering up the wall.

SUZ:Well. Look at him go. 
Wandering around like he has somewhere to be. 
Really. Where can he be going? 
Does he have a plan? 
Is he trying to reconnect with his family? 
Does he have a life? An agenda? 
I wonder if his name is Arthur or David. 
Or maybe his name is something crazy like Stephen. That is not Steven, it's Stephen....just so you know.

DLL:--------------no thoughts-------no thoughts--------no thoughts-------------------

SUZ: Well, if I kill him quickly, will he feel it? 
Will he worry about his family? 
Will he screech at the top of his daddy long legs lungs: "the injustice of it all!!!"?

And then the moment comes and goes.
I have to serve the injustice of it all.
I actually feel bad.
It is the longest 6 seconds of my life.

Alert the Media!

I realized today that I've turned into my pill popping Mother.

Granted, they are mostly supplements....But that is a lot to swallow, even if half of them are chewable.

Gulp.

I need to start saving up for one of these:

Are you a pill popper chewer too?

XOXO