Quirky and Perky

As a woman I am on a journey.
My own.
And the way I do it is well.... my own way.

I let my dishes sit in the sink overnight sometimes.
I like sex in the dark. Or in the light. NOT by candlelight.
I like to run, as I am too poor for regular therapy appointments.

I wear perfume to bed. And lipstick.
I like to cook, but make a lot of casseroles. 4 kids.
I don't have any curtains in my house. None. Not one. Well, I lie. I have curtains. Neat ones. Ones I made. But I don't put them up. I don't know why.

I have good friends. GREAT friends. The best friends.
And a family that doesn't quite know what to do with me.
I go to church.
And I drink a lot of coffee.

I dance like I know what I'm doing... and I don't. so it just looks awkward. But I don't care. Cause I like to dance.
And drink.
Whiskey. Water, yes... lots of water.
Thank you very much

I throw great parties. When I throw them. Which is never.
I am organized.
For some reason I often decide to forget that my kids have play dates.
But I never forget carpool... ever.

My enthusiasm is infectious if you like people like me.
Nauseating if you do not.
Someone once describes me as perky. I killed them with my glare. But, then I thought about it. And I realized I kinda am. The most non- cheerleader kind of perky, though.