It is 12:14 pm (around noon) here, this really is not a real blog post or serious writing, but it is worthy of a post (maybe).
Just woke up and sitting outside drinking my coffee, and my neighbor is outside.
My neighbor is fully dressed, tan, perfect shape, perfect make-up and hair, and even perfect shoes on while mowing grass. Her home is perfect and the grounds.
Liz just woke up, hair looks like birds landed in it sometime, no bra on (come on, I just woke up) and my grass needs mowed severely. I also refuse to cut down the corn stalks and wild flowers that are growing in my front yard for no reason. :)
Frustrating that she is already so busy and has everything done in her yard, and I must have (4) cups of coffee before I can begin such work.
Hard for me to type right now because only had a 1/2 cup of coffee. Check back in later, have to try to catch up with “Mrs. Perfection” over here somehow, well probably won’t (what for?). It is making feel a bit tense, like I should get up and do some work or something.
Gets on my damn nerves when people try to act like they can “walk on water.”
Here is the kicker: She is about 15 years older than me. Am I jealous?
Yes, jealous of her time management skills and her perfectionism.
Please keep in mind I live in a subdivision community.
What is the point of this post?
