Echoes.

Perhaps it should tell me something that I routinely forget my password to WordPress.
I’ll blame it on the Zoloft.  I routinely forget everything these days.

So, for those of you coming to the wedding, if you wind up without food to eat, don’t blame me.
Blame the wedding coordinator I forgot to hire.

I peed standing up this morning.
Though most people say you probably shouldn’t share your bathroom habits with the world, I say… I’m probably not the only one.
It’s not that I can’t sit down. 
It’s that I can’t sit down without hurting.
Standing doesn’t hurt and therefore we let it go.

I’m fairly good at it.
Years of going out with friends during Abbey’s summers away have left me quite capable of avoiding public toilets and so my abilities reach gold medal power during these early days of training.

And.  I can assure you – I’m past the age where killing my legs on Tuesday and then doing a very light elliptical on Wednesday will help loosen them up.
It worked once upon a time.  
I keep forgetting I’m not 23 anymore.

I finally discovered Pandora on my iPhone.  I suppose not FINALLY, but I just hadn’t taken the time to download it – being too occupied by playing various games that have no purpose at all.
But I’ve made my own little Ray LaMontagne station and am quite happily jamming along.
Except for this song.  ‘Every Ship Must Sail Away’ sounds much like ‘Every Ship Must Sail A Word’ and it took me a while to understand why ships were going on such wordy adventures.
Perhaps it’s much like being immersed in a book for hours – and having an ass the size of a ship?

I’m not sure, but I think I’d qualify in that case.
An ass ship with the ability to pee standing up – without a penis.
Tell me, why have they not yet given me the key to the city?
I’m unstoppable.