I don’t know if this is going to sound politically correct, but it is what it is – I was totally alone here at the laundromat, then in came a tall, handsome black man and a sweet Mexican in a cowboy hat at the same time and all I could think of?  “Half the village people are here!”

I’m sticking by it.

I went on to think, “And I’m the pasty white girl totally ruining the illusion.”

In other news, saw this on a friends page and loved it so much I had to share it with you.

So true, and I don’t know about you, but I really need to learn to live this.  So unhealthy to live any other way.  I constantly beat myself up about the past and I’m always worrying about the future.  I’m missing so many ‘now’ moments in the process.

So today, I need to enjoy my Sunday.  Stay in the moment.  Maybe eat something really bad for me, because my shorts are falling off as I walk around the laundromat.  Time to fatten up a bit and find my ‘happy’.  Yup.

And …

Now let’s dance – throw those hands up!