Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Logworthy Trouble

Another summer in this life that is not mine. (Insert reflective tune) Everyone knows it's my favorite time of year. I spend countless hours trying to find trouble in which I'll never take part. In my real life, I bet I'm a badass. I bet I am the trouble. In my real life, there's no 9 to 5. In my real life, there's no budget. There's no bedtime; no alarm clock. In the life that is not mine...the alarm clock screams that my bedtime is too late. My budget screams that I can barely afford to drive my opposite-of-green SUV to my 9-to-5 existence. There's no real trouble. My husband hates me. My kids hate my budget. My budget hates my affection for pinot grigio. My affection for pinot grigio hates my alarm. None of that is too awfully troubling, though. It's like white-noise trouble. You know...the kind of trouble that blends in with a life that doesn't belong to you. What do you think it is? What about this sticky, wet 95 degree weather makes me want to be crazy? Is it because I'm crazy?