...and yet, if the, um, cowboy boot fits, then, I'm'a wear it! And yes, it would appear that sometimes I do hold on a bit to a grudge, that I am somewhat unable to let sleeping dogs lie ... and all of that. Ahh..I'm punchy, didn't sleep well last night, but I'm still in a good mood, and so it makes for a silly situation in my mental state...
ANYWAY. My unlikely ally -- because I do not like her music and just plain don't think I have anything in common with her (except pretty soon my WEIGHT and her daughter's, if I don't find something that can be done about mine ... and I'm sorry if that sounds catty or mean; it's really more of a desperate and self-deprecating cry of lamentation about a personal situation that grows ever-more-out-of-control in my life ... but, as always, I digress...)-- is Naomi Judd in this situation. And since I've now shown myself to be an insecure, shallow, catty, insouciant little girl, all before 9 o'clock in the morning, I'll just let this link speak for itself; and if you've been following along with the suggested reading, you'll get what I'm sayin'
Peace everyone. Please take me with a grain of salt. Or pepper. Or sugar. Whatever you like best.
