I feel better. I am better. I just need to do better. And I will. Just not today. How's your day? And, in my best Wendy Williams voice, I am impelled to ask, "How you doin'?"
It's the thought that counts. Right? No matter how hard I want it to not be so, and no matter how hard I wish it to be so, a thing doesn't necessarily look better than I feel. Aha! I just remembered! I can blame the humidity. Yes I can. The humidity affects markers. That's why they won't blend. And the humidity curls my book's jacket and the pages curl. It makes breathing a gentle labor. (The up side of all the moisture is it makes for great complexions. Most Southern women have nice pliable skin.) Whew. Thought it was just me. So, here's to an excusable bed head day, a wore-my-gown-half-the-day day, a had a can of beans for dinner day, and this wonderful wishing-all-mothers-a Happy Mother's Day day. Moms, this one's for you.