Fruity Pebbles

Starting my morning still tired I found myself reading the Fruity Pebble box. My son happily ate his bowl of cereal and questioned what the box said. I would casually read some of the words to keep him occupied and sipped my orange juice. It's been awhile since I skipped breakfast. I love to eat. Realizing that my life is in need of change I noticed some of the letters on the fruity pebble box standing out. In the word Fruity only the ruit is colored in fruity colors. I found myself saying the letters aloud. R U IT. Has this become a question. Are you it? Talk about reading too much into the cereal box. I slammed my orange juice and made myself move on. Oh yeah, I think I contracted pink eye...Thanks co-workers!

It's a matter of choice, my love!

Pondering on a makeover for myself, I realize the inner struggle. The perturbing questions on preference verses likes. Could there be mutual ground with self? Is it possible to not clash thy inner beauty? While rolling over in bed I quietly voiced my indecision to thy loving husband. He assuredly says, "it's a matter of choice, my love..." I'm sorry...what? More decisions! I can't even predict how I will be feeling tomorrow, let alone make choices. Okay...so choose. If all else fails, then change. This sounds easy! The dreaded makeover will take place at 5:30pm today. I should have my choice by then.

Keep Thy Legs Warm!

It is starting to get cold outside. I realize now the reason for flannel lined pants. Do they come in office pleated wrinkle free black? Or, perhaps corduroy in navy blue. The whole goal is to keep thy legs warm. Growing hair out does not work, yes, please shave. Or maybe leg warmers, do they still make these? I think I will stick with the flannel lined pants, they sound so cozy!