I'm not exactly sure why but my nesty feelings have come roaring back all of a sudden. Just the last couple of days and all I can think about is trying new recipes for mrp to taste and cuddling in bed and even, um ... babies. Maybe it's because it's starting to get cold out. I catch myself thinking of June Cleaverish notions of wifeyhood and mommyhood and it makes me happy. It's funny because as cynical and bristly and "tough" as I can be I am really just a 50's housewife underneath it all I think. I should check that. I don't like June Cleaver because she's too uptight. I would enjoy a cocktail with my Ward rather than just serve him one. I'd give my Beav a squeezy cuddle and a kiss on the cheek along with the milk and cookies. And, folks, I'm sorry to say, but the chrome in my house just could never sparkle as much as hers and my Ward might not always be able to find his slippers or his pipe. Oh, and I have a soul.
What else... Oh yeah, I had a nice conference call lunch with some NYU Tax friends. It was so nice to touch base and get back in touch with that part of myself. Since I was in a funk most of the summer I wasn't very good at keeping in touch with my social side. Now that I'm feeling better I'm looking forward to reconnecting with my friends.
Oh, I got the running outfit yesterday. I like it but I just have to get used to it, I think. I also have to try it on sometime not after I ate a giant burrito and 9 million tortilla chips to really know whether it doesn't make me feel like a heiffer. Circular I know, but I miss running today!