There was a time when I didn’t take action, and I really wish I had taken action. If I had to do it all over again, I would take action.
It’s usually too late once you find them. There might be poo everywhere, and I’m talking about the cats here. When kids are quiet, they might be drawing on the walls with Sharpies. Sometimes they form an alliance and the cats eagerly and happily accept the food that is purposely dropped on the floor.
Beware the silence…
This job, you guys…It seems like the clock has been moving backwards and adding more time to each day. Now that we have reached Friday, my week has been 365 days of hell.
I’m really pulling for Saturday to get here early – or is that on time? Whatever. Just hurry up already, Saturday.
That decision really made me grow (as a person).
This should be self-explanatory.
I’m flattered WordPress, I really am. But you’re not my type. You are rather droll, dull, delve into data mining, detrimentally dumb, disorganized, dreadfully repetitive, despicably distant, and impossible to get to know. You keep us at a distance with your bugs and your malware attacks, and frankly, I’ve had enough.
I will not go to a restaurant with you, WordPress. You strike me as the type to bring a briefcase to a five star restaurant and put your leftovers in it. 
I will not go out with you, WordPress. But here’s what you can do: send food to my house. I love basil pesto with fresh angel hair pasta. Thanks in advance.
I’m definitely going over that limit.
Toothpaste
Clean water
Indoor plumbing
Shelter
Food
Drinking water
My cat
Kindness
Bumblebees
Flowers
Trees
Notebooks
Pens
OK, all stationery products – I have a bit of an obsession, all right?
Sleep
Music
My car, Koko (NOT the Audi Q3)
A hot cup of tea
Books
WRITING
Feeding squirrels and birds
Singing in my car (technically it’s performance art)
Brownies
Forehead kisses
Holding hands with the right person
The warmth of spring
Tennis
Finding cash on the ground
Making people laugh
All things Parisian
Pink skies
French fashion
Chocolate milk
Hummingbirds and their nests
My neighbor’s dog, Petey
Waking up to another day
“It's Amy,” I said. 