What was I thinking? Why did I look? Now look what I have done. I have quoted myself. What is the matter with me? If I cannot have an original thought in the morning, I need to stay out of the kitchen.

Oh, the places I could go with this. The things I could let you know with this.

Yes, my heart is broken. I am a woman scorned. I have questions. I want answers.

But it seems I am irrelevant to what has always been my party.

Why can't I just shut up.

Note to Self:

Dear Self,

Self, make a schedule. Do not look in the mornings, especially. You have stuff that you need to be doing. And you know yourself, Self. You know that you secretly (or not so secretly) love to talk about politics and the economy. But you also know, Self, that there is no point.

Self, do not ever type after midnight. You are just not a stay up late kind of girl.

And, Self, maybe try chewing your fingers right down to bloody stumps before ever letting them type political stuff again.

Your friend,
Self

Hey SteveZ,

I have a history of song lyrics popping into my head. It has been that way all my life. I know. It's weird. I have grown to embrace it though.

And when I saw what you said this morning, "Life's been good to me so far," well, some song lyrics popped right into my head. Sure enough.

And even though we find ourselves here in this forum, I hope you will understand that I am not being mean. I am just being Boomer.

And I think you are a boomer, too.

So boomer to boomer, here's a little serenade. It's the long version backed with The Eagles. Just crank up your speakers. Minus it to the bottom of the screen. And maybe rock a little. It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.

You, Me, and Joe Walsh. . .

"Life's Been Good To Me So Far."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdKY2rDdK2E

Boomer