When I find myself in times of trouble, no one who is either a mother or named Mary comes to me.
Probably because I have no words of wisdom.
Let me be.
Instead, when placed knee-deep in the ickiness of great duress, I ask myself. . .
. . . What Would Patty Do?
Because Patty is da bomb.
She is the woman who is the yin to my yang in all difficult situations. Within the body of a birdlady beats the heart of a lion.
While I tortoise, she is direct. While I am fighting the urge to slowly curl into a fetal position and hum, she is the one with all the right questions and all the right actions.
Yet, for some strange reason, this cartoon somehow struck a chord with me:
Just don't tell Patty.
Please.
She kind of scares me.
Glass cube in the sky
1 week ago
8 comments:
my little birdlady heart was all a flitter.........thank you for your kind words. However, I would never wear sandles unless they are like flip flops and have a toe seperator as my toes over lap.
Sometimes my inner monalog filter doesn't catch what my fine controll button is trying to send it. As Scarlett O would say fidell dee dee.
Ah, sandal days....how I long for them.
Sandals are never wrong...
Countess of YY: To my mind, your lack of inner monologue is definitely one of your charms.
As for the toe thing? Eww. TMI.
Countess MPM: The sun'll come out Tomorra...
(but you can always wear sandals in the house)
Countess AG: And loving them?
So right.
Several times a day at work, I'm compelled to ask myself "what would Zeus do?" And so help me, one of these days, I'm gonna do it.
Count Cormac: Please tell me that you don't work in a place with any pillows around...
Most def NSFW!!
No, no pillows...
"Most def NSFW!!"
Hey, I should get my middle name changed to those four letters.
I ask myself 'What Would MARTHA Do' on a daily basis. I have never made a wrong decision when I handle my affairs her way. She and I are BFF...she just doesn't know it.
And sandals. ONLY if I have had a pedicure.
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