The song below is by the Raveonettes, The Christmas Song.
Okay, yesterday the boogers froze. You know, you walk outside and the inside of your nostrils starts to contract and just freeze. They froze again this morning, but this afternoon is not so bad. It is a balmy 6 degrees. However, the sun is shining. The snow is beautiful...all sparkly in the sun.
I HATE ZITS! I HATE ACNE! I AM 41 YEARS OLD AND SHOULD NOT FEEL LIKE I AM GOING THROUGH PUBERTY.
I also am not liking peri-menopause...the nightsweats and the hot flashes. And just being ornery for no reason.
I am loving my husband and my children.
I just read my cute sister's blog. She was also a tortured soul in jr. high. My worst memory of jr. high: 7th grade...I am sitting in math class. The girl next to me is writing her friend a note. I look over at it and read, "I am in math and I sit next to the ugliest girl." I glance over to the other side of the note-writing girl and...there is a boy sitting next to her. I am the only girl sitting next to her. Ouch.
Other lovely memories: permed hair, braces, glasses. I went around one day with my zipper down on my pants and no one told me. Now I tell people if their zipper is down.
How is it that we survive jr. high? If God said to me that I would have to spend a gajillion years in Hell or re-live seventh grade again....I would pick Hell.