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Still invisible…
So I was just queueing for the cash point and somebody literally walked through me. Okay, so it was figuratively. But still. They walked right past me and took their place in front of me. They weren’t with a friend. They weren’t even being rude. They just didn’t see me.
I couldn’t bring myself to shuffle to queue behind her. That just would have confirmed my total invisibility. So I turned around, and walked over to a different cash point. Humiliated.
Frankly, though, I’m not surprised she didn’t see me. She was tall, had long flowing dark hair and some sort of designer handbag. Whereas I was wearing a rather unsightly raincoat and my hair currently resembles an unkempt bush. Oh yes. I am THAT girl. And I am sick of it.
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29.3.12 - by a very sweet little boy.
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There’s nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who’s in love with him.
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Dad: I got you a present from my gig last night.
Me: Oooh what?
Dad: A steak! I won it in the meat drawer!
Mike: What kind of places do you perform at that there would be a meat drawer?!
Dad: ... there was also playing-card bingo.
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“I sometimes get so excited about getting into bed with him that I literally bounce on the bed and kind of squeal. (As I have gotten older, this becomes less endearing and more bizarre. It’s one thing when a 22 year old does it, but when a woman in her late 40s indulges in that behavior, it’s a little Grey Gardens. But I can’t help it.) I get to climb into bed, sleep beside him all night and, here’s the kicker…I GET TO WAKE UP BESIDE HIM.
I love the way he smells, his big, masculine presence, how he can sleep through anything. I love that it is hours and hours together. The house is quiet; our sweet children are safe and asleep. We are together, so close and yet separate. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes he just rolls close to me and I rub his head while I read my own book. Sometimes if the world has been particularly chaotic, or if we have a wonderful book, we’ll read to each other…my husband has a beautiful voice and it’s so comforting to listen as I snuggle under the covers. Going to sleep together is a hidden surprise in the box of marriage that wasn’t announced in the advertising. It’s like eating cake after eating cake. It’s all good and it’s not even fattening.” (x)
(Source: labellefolie, via phoenix-robbins)
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Because even girls like me can be badass sometimes…
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Inevitability. They are cuteness. ♥
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My not-so-genius brother. ♥
Me: Shouldn't you be asleep?
Mike: ... erm... TIME DIFFERENCE! Tell nobody...
Me: Between here and Bournemouth?
Mike: Shush now.
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Damn all the lesbians! Except you, sweetie… and Porshey de rosspot or whatever her name is. Porshe? Porcha? … Poncho?
— My genius brother. ♥
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So you showed her your dark side? Meredith never struck me as a woman who was afraid of the dark… Meredith believes in you.
— Grey’s
