I think I read “love comes in many forms” or something like that. My strength tank was empty yesterday. Good friends, love, and a sushi picnic in my car with my spiritual daughters, Lizzie and Jamie, filled me up.
Tuesday nights, I lead a faith-based 12 step freedom session group. My not-of-my-body daughters come too. By 10 o-clock last night, we were eating sushi and laughing like little girls on a picnic. All the love from friends dear, near, and far helped after my little crash on Monday. Big smooches and appreciation.
Today’s visit was much the same. I am a “false” Carol. The real Carol doesn’t wear glasses. Okay, then, carrying on.
The Big Guy likes the ‘false’ Carol, especially when he found me cooking dinner tonight. He is hoping she sticks around and makes gravy. Such a funny guy. He gets the man’s trifecta: gravy and bacon and sex. Avert your eyes kiddies.
Update 16th December ~ What I meant to say, must have been a Freudian slip, men in general love gravy, bacon and sex where as women prefer the chocolate, bacon, and sex. So now, you all are thinking I got lucky. Well, maybe I did and maybe I didn’t, cause I never tell. Note to self: Read the blog before you hit publish, girl!
Stay warm, safe, and loved. May the sun come out on the coastland.