“Am I imagining this, or are there more license plates from New York around here?” I asked my husband three days ago as we took one of our two daily walks with the dog. He wasn’t really sure..and neither was I… until the Governor came out with a statement yesterday specifically instructing fleeing New Yorkers to quarantine themselves for two weeks once they arrive in Florida.
(HA!!! Don’t hold your breath 🤨..or maybe DO hold your breath.. Aren’t these the same folks who were told to stay in their homes up there?? )
SO the exodus really is on..
Meanwhile, there’s another troubled cruise ship with sick passengers steaming towards Fort Lauderdale..
(Gotta park somewhere, right?)
All I can say is:
WELCOME ONE AND ALL and COME ON DOWN..
Cause why the heck not, right? The CORONA daily briefings are still all snug and cozy so what’s the big deal with rolling out that big, Florida welcome mat?
WHAT THE HECK IS ONE MORE GUEST..right? Just bring your own toilet paper and if you’re sick try to stay out of our teeny tiny community hospitals..you invaders you..
At times like these I just want to binge on biscuits floating in pools of warm, melted butter. I didn’t have buttermilk, but I did have milk (and lemon juice) and the yeast I found in the back of my fridge expired in 2019, not 2018..so yes, a miracle!
And then another miracle..
Daisy’s hair was getting so long (had to cancel groomer) that I thought I’d put it up in a rubber band.
And then suddenly the rubber band was GONZO and I was terrified she had swallowed it. No lie, I could feel myself melting down inside..visions of that thing wrapping itself around her intestines..my husband and I breaking our self-imposed quarantine, donning our masks to medi-vac her to the vet..
Like this..THIS was the straw that was gonna break my mental back..
another undeserved miracle..
I found the stupid rubber band on the floor in our bedroom..thank GOD!
You know what I am also thanking GOD for?
Friends who make me laugh with all the funny Corona related stuff they send. Yesterday I laughed so hard at one point I thought I might..well, you know.
Friends who are brutally honest about the tensions they are experiencing with their husbands and family members..
What a freaking relief to know I’m not the only one who isn’t spending warm afternoons on the front porch sipping iced tea playing spin the bottle with my man..
we are arguing over everything from him not putting on enough suntan lotion to him watching HORRIBLE movies like World War Z.
I’m no shrink, but it’s as if all of these stupid arguments about stupid stuff are helping me stay focused on stupid stuff which is better than focusing on other (more alarming) stuff right now..
Like all of these New York License plates.
So yeah.. the sun is rising on another day in the neighborhood,
and I’m wondering..
Is it my job to make the bed if I slept on the couch last night?
Oh Lord, I keep tryin’…