The Resolution To Make Your Present, Present @ Internet Cafe

I am resolving to slow down this year.

This all started the day that I discovered I had ruined my dog.

She has an active disinterest in food, and since I believe that everyone should eat, regardless of leg count, it is a dismal part of my day to see her avoid that food dish.  I find that sitting down on the floor for a few minutes, offering up little pieces of food by hand and speaking some type of falsetto baby language gets her excited about the process.  The only problem is that she enjoys it too much, and now insists on this “temporary” solution.

And, that was just what I was doing the other day.  I was hand feeding the dog.

So, there I sat…conflicted and contemplating this unnatural human behavior.  At least that is what I thought about for the first 20 seconds.  Most of that time I was somewhere else entirely. I imagined, amongst other things, my “to-do” list blooming in my computer.  One 20 second interval brought five more items to put on my grocery list and three more tasks to place neatly on its keys.

I begged my pregnant brain not to forget them before I got off of the floor.

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Competing Affections: Is it Time To Walk Away? @ Internet Cafe

My husband and I were visiting my sister for one of her epic social gatherings, which she adores. My husband was sitting with a crowd, in the dining room, talking and enjoying himself at the head of the table. I was standing in the archway, between the dining room and the living room, staring at his handsome face.

I love to see him have a good time. He is a wonderful laugh-er, and laughing he was when a blond woman came out of the kitchen. She purposefully strode over to my husband, knelt down, placed both of her hands on his thigh and began to sing to him. She stared adoringly into his face, and I stared, disbelieving, at her.

After the shock wore off, my husband looked up at me with wide eyes. We exchanged astounded gazes as she poured out her serenade to him. I could see his discomfort while he measured his desire to be polite with his survival instincts.

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