Self-pity can be so satisfying. I indulged for a few hours today. ”It’s hot. I am sick of staying home. I want life to go back to normal. I have a backache. I haven’t seen my grandchildren in months.” The more I wallowed, the bigger it got. I was all set to enjoy my misery.
Sadly, before I could wrench up a few tears, I got distracted. A dear friend called, the kind who never changes. We caught up on kids, husbands, and reminisced. By the time she hung up, I’d lost my oomph. She’d ruined it for me. I couldn’t muster up a smidge of self-pity. Don’t you hate that?
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Yes,love a good wallow
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Harking back to a previous post, Linda – when did your hair become naturally curly? Was it the result of your mother’s perseverance with the curlers?
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I have a perm. It it stick straight.
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Oh – sorry to have made you reveal your secret!
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Is the worst kept secret in town when a perm is overdue.
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Aww Garfield hugs!
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We all do it. My turn
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Do you need any pointers?
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