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I’ve spent a lot of time with you lately.

And it’s been fine, really. Fortunately, you don’t mind spending time with my other friends, Joyful Anticipation, Giddiness, Living in the Moment, and Ardent Distraction. In fact, you seem content to take a backseat when they’re busy carrying on giggly, happy conversations.

But as of late, I feel like you’ve become a bit pushy.

A little adamant.

A little singular.

You pop up at the beginning of every morning, capturing my attention like a blinking red light in front of my face… and you don’t disappear until just before I fall asleep at night.

(Which seems to take a while, what with all that red blinking.)

So I’m a wee bit over it.

Granted, you’ve been a part of my life for years, as various changes and roles and developments were pending. You’ve actually always been there, in some respect. Which is why, until now, I’ve just turned a blind eye when you get particularly ferocious.

I mean, you’re a part of everyone’s life, in one way or another.

But just now?

At this point?

After all this time?

Yeah.

Buzz off, and leave a message for your friend “IT’S HAPPENING NOW!”

Because I’m ready to talk to him, and no one else.

Love,

Meg

Today calls for two lists, rather than just my usual Friday Love List.

One list will reflect all the excitement and joy of the last couple of weeks (NOTE SARCASTIC TONE), while the other will allow me the luxury of a little venting.

You can do the same in comments, or at your own blog (but be sure to leave us a link to your space.)

YAY THINGS

Less rain, more sun in usually rainy Vancouver
My family
My dear friends
Being greeted daily by Murphy, the wee Boston Terrier
Pocky
Hawaiian Tropic smell
So You Think You Can Dance
80’s radio on XM (thanks for your password, Dad)
Nalgene bottles
Havaianas (should be on every list I make)
Peonies!
Baked lemon pasta
The future, against all odds
Tiny birds
Mentally designing sundresses
Online window shopping at Anthropologie/J.Crew/Net a Porter/Nordstrom/Sephora/Lush
Double-walled glasses
My Beaker finger puppet, always ready to “mee mee mee mee”
Sleeping in tomorrow
Ducks in ponds
Fresh white tank tops
Hot wings (though I’ve not had them in TWO MONTHS)

GRR THINGS

The last two weeks
Busted iPods
Busted trackpads
Busted fridges (it was a rough week, I’m telling you)
Giant shin goose-eggs
Smashy toenails
Rough heels
Skinheads on buses
Layoffs
The sad fact that floors just won’t. stay. swept.
Chronic health conditions
Slugs attacking in the laundry room
Bees attacking in the bushes
Spiders attacking in the shower
ALLERGIES
Browser crashes
Waiting
Vitamin smell
The lonelies

And you?

I decided to make a list, because I railed myself on four of them tonight.

I’d take pictures, too… but the reality is far too gory for the internet.

1. The side of the bathtub: In my (semi) new place, the bathtub is up a few inches from the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but what I am sure of is that bathtub up a few inches + short girl = bruised shin at least once a week. Perhaps I’ll have to start pulling some sort of Rockette move from now on.

At the present moment, however, I’m sporting a giant black and blue “goose egg” the size of a tennis ball. Should look fantastic in a couple of weeks when I go bare-legged at a wedding.

2. Door jambs: Arms, hips, hands, knees… you name it. I catch them on door jambs with nearly pathological frequency. Tonight, I took out my elbow coming through the door from grocery shopping. My landlords’ tiny Boston terrier looked at me with tremendous concern as I dragged my bleeding arm into the house. Either that, or he was trying to get me to throw his toy. Sorry, Murphy.

3. Freezer doors: I’m pretty sure I have permanent dents in my head from freezer doors. There’s something special about their height that catches me right above the ear at least once a week when I’m putting groceries away in the fridge. Fortunately, the ice is close by.

4. My dresser: Not sure why I slam dresser drawers shut before my hand is in the clear, but I have two shattered nails to show for my lack of care this evening, and an orphaned stack of laundry waiting for me to recover from the trauma.

5. Buses: What can you bruise yourself on a bus, you say? And my response: what CAN’T you bruise yourself on? Poles. Seats. Doors. Umbrellas. Backpacks. Other passengers. And tonight? Someone’s bottle of Snapple, flung at my ear during a sudden stop.

I was nailed by the Best Stuff on Earth ™.

It’s hard to believe that one person could be this accident-prone, but ask anyone who has spent more than a day with me: I am the natural enemy of all hard surfaces and edges…

… but a friend of anti-inflammatories everywhere.