What's that you say?

Every day, it's the same question. And every day, it's the same answer. When will you stop asking? I just don't understand. If you can't think of something else to ask, then there's not much need for conversation at all.

Sorry bout that. Just a vent of sorts. It kind of reminds me of the constant question "How's married life?" Yes, I was guilty. I've asked it before. But JEEZUZ people. Are you waiting for me to say "It really sucks and I wish I'd never done it?" Because even if, God forbid, that was the truth, I probably wouldn't say it. I'm gonna say "It's going good, thanks!" So no need to ask anymore.

Whew. Thank God that's out there. Is it just me, or does venting come easy to everyone once it starts? If I've got one, i've got a million. Now, don't freak out. Just because I vent doesn't mean things aren't good. They are. Great, actually. So what if I have a tattoo that says "fly" and I tell you it's because i want to "fly away, be free". It doesn't mean I want to hurt myself, so don't go telling my mother you're worried about me. (Seriously. It happened about 4 years ago or so. My aunt asked what my tattoo meant. then my mom called and asked if I was ok. GAWD! All my mom needs is to think her baby is in trouble!)

Where is all this coming from? No clue. But I don't want to hold it all back, so I'm letting it go. I'm just typing what my mind is thinking. Well, stuff that won't get me in trouble anyway. That's for another day. I better quit while I'm ahead.


PS: Yes, Scott...I do work occasional Saturdays, have off Fridays, and do go in to work Sunday nights. Maybe you should print this off so you can refer to it when you need to.