Three years ago today I packed my children and my flaming minivan and left. I have written about it, I have bitched about it, I have toasted it, I have cried about it, I have joyfully recounted it, but ya know what? Not tonight. Tonight is purely reflection of what I am doing now and if I think I am doing it alright. Just a reflection. Like a really good mirror. Not like one of those mirrors you find in a discount department store like Ross (NOT Loehmans. Ever.) which shows every detail of cellulite and ages me twelve years, but rather a soft glowy reflection of me that I actually like. Like the pictures of me that my webcam takes. I don't mean this to sound dirty, really. My webcam takes the best pictures of me. Seriously, I have no idea why. I know longer question it, I just enjoy it. I tried an experiment once where I posed exactly the same and took a picture with my webcam, my camera and my cell phone and let me tell you, I am one hot mama on my webcam. Now, don’t get the wrong idea, I am not sexting photos of myself from my webcam. Maybe flirxting them, but definitely not sexting them. I am not a professional sports player nor a male member of congress, so really…
Anyway, I am digressing now. A reflection. What has Ms Levine learned in the last three years. Hmmm…
I can kill bugs all by myself. I can install a TV without having to flirt with the cable guy. I can host a birthday party and go way over the top and still feel good about it. I can walk around naked (when my children are not home) and not be afraid of the mirror. I can multi-task while a five year old sits on my lap. I can almost balance my checkbook. Almost. I can lesson plan, dinner plan, playdate plan, date plan and can plan a do-nothing day. I can do all of those in one day too. I can survive on four hours of sleep for an extended period of time. Although that one makes me cranky by the fourth day. I can bring home the turkey bacon; fry it up in a pan and never let you forget you’re a man...
Let’s see, what else? I can explain death and sex to children even when I don’t totally understand either of them myself. I can find the perfect way to say I care about you and yet I can never find my keys.I can make things aaaaaall better with a kiss. I can carry a sick kid while wearing three inch heels and not trip over my shoes or drop him. I can have me-time and no longer feel guilty. I can forgive others and even myself. I can make fifty cupcakes and not lose my mind. I can deal with paying a babysitter a fortune because at the end of the day I know I will be tucking my children in. I can find patience when I need to and lose my patience when I don’t want to. I can unclog a toilet. I can validate myself. I can rail at god and the universe and still know she likes me. I can do more than I ever thought I could do all by myself. And with all of this, I still cannot manage to find my stupid flaming minivan in the Whole Foods parking lot.
I am still learning, forever learning, repeating mistakes and learning from them again. I will probably make a few more mistakes. Yep, just a few more. I may make good choices for my children and silly choices for myself but it all evens out. I am realizing that I am not that big of a pain in the ass and perhaps, just perhaps am pretty great. I am also learning that even when I am not so sure of it, something or someone comes along to tell me I am pretty great. But really, when it comes down to it, there are only two people in the world who validate me more than anyone when they tell me I'm great; and they are still shorter than me.
Getting through it, making it count and making it last. Three years, lots of lessons and plenty more to come. As long as I keep learning, keep realizing my potential and stop bumping my head on things I think I should be just fine.
I think Maya Angelou said it best: “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”
I like bug references. But only when they don’t crawl through my windows.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Axe-wielding maniacs and other family members
I am in Minneapolis right now. Well, actually St. Paul at my sister’s house. My children are still asleep because of the two hour time difference. My body seems to think it's a Tuesday and woke up when my alarm normally goes off. Of course, it’s 8am here so it feels like it’s later. Emphasis on FEELS later. But I am good at convincing myself of things that don’t exist, so that works for me. I often convince myself that I am really twenty-six, that the smushy-ness on my belly is really attractive, or that popcorn is a vegetable. I can convince myself that four hours of sleep is adequate, that teachers are actually appreciated and that french fries are a vegetable.
My sister’s house is very quiet right now because only one out of my three nephews is home. The other two are at summer camp. Don’t get me wrong, I love my nephews, but damn it is quiet. My kids asleep, no one yelling, no sports playing on TV. It’s almost like a vacation...
I do love when all of my nephews and my children are playing together. My kids look up to their older cousins and they all actually get along. Plus my kids learn some new and interesting phrases from my nephews...
It makes me want to see if we could move Minnesota a little closer to California. Maybe like have it switch places with Nevada?
I also love Minnesota in the summer because it is hot and sticky-humid and it has been raining with thunder and lightening for the past two days. The air smells yummy and everything is Ireland green. Not like Los Angeles, where when it rains it smells like a mixture of wet-dog-pollution-homeless-people-urine-gasoline-litter and car exhaust. You can taste the smell of the rain in Los Angeles and it gets stuck in your nose. So, you can see why I love the rain in Minnesota. All yummy and fresh and smells like home...
The thunder and lightening was cool until it woke me up at like, 4am. I ran into the living room where I had assumed my children would be clamoring for their mommy but they were sound asleep. My heart was pounding in my throat and I decided to sleep on the other couch next to my kids, ya know, to keep them safe during the storm. Not that I was scared or anything and wanted to be near other people so I wouldn’t feel alone during a scary storm. Nope. I was totally brave. No, really.
Of course, then I began to imagine every horror movie I had ever seen that involved a thunder storm. I kept imagining that moment where the lightening flashes and you see the axe-wielding maniac standing there...waiting for you. I kept visualizing every horror movie from the 1980’s that I was forced to see on dates in high school. I think the boys back then thought they would get some action if the girl screamed and hid in their shoulder during the scary part of a movie. The girls knew about this, by the way. We liked that we knew we’d be getting a little action if we played the “oh, I’m so scared, please protect me” role. Ah, teenage games we probably still play...
I used to love playing the “no, I have no idea that you are trying to cop a feel” role as a young lass. Sometimes I miss the coy-girl role because you could get away with so much more. I have big brown eyes so if I make them widen it looks like I am surprised or just a little taken aback by my date’s overtures. I have long eye lashes too so if I bat them it’s like I’m a female Bambi. That crap doesn’t seem to work anymore as a grownup. Just straight forwardness now. Whatever. I guess straightforwardness is better. Maybe...
Maybe I will try to be more teenage-coy and see what happens. Ya know, like an experiment. I could pretend I have no idea there is a kiss approaching me and see what happens. Act all surprised and stuff. Hmmm...that could be fun. Like an experiment for my blog. Now I need some unsuspecting test subjects that wouldn’t mind being in my experiment. Know anyone? No, seriously.
My sister’s house is very quiet right now because only one out of my three nephews is home. The other two are at summer camp. Don’t get me wrong, I love my nephews, but damn it is quiet. My kids asleep, no one yelling, no sports playing on TV. It’s almost like a vacation...
I do love when all of my nephews and my children are playing together. My kids look up to their older cousins and they all actually get along. Plus my kids learn some new and interesting phrases from my nephews...
It makes me want to see if we could move Minnesota a little closer to California. Maybe like have it switch places with Nevada?
I also love Minnesota in the summer because it is hot and sticky-humid and it has been raining with thunder and lightening for the past two days. The air smells yummy and everything is Ireland green. Not like Los Angeles, where when it rains it smells like a mixture of wet-dog-pollution-homeless-people-urine-gasoline-litter and car exhaust. You can taste the smell of the rain in Los Angeles and it gets stuck in your nose. So, you can see why I love the rain in Minnesota. All yummy and fresh and smells like home...
The thunder and lightening was cool until it woke me up at like, 4am. I ran into the living room where I had assumed my children would be clamoring for their mommy but they were sound asleep. My heart was pounding in my throat and I decided to sleep on the other couch next to my kids, ya know, to keep them safe during the storm. Not that I was scared or anything and wanted to be near other people so I wouldn’t feel alone during a scary storm. Nope. I was totally brave. No, really.
Of course, then I began to imagine every horror movie I had ever seen that involved a thunder storm. I kept imagining that moment where the lightening flashes and you see the axe-wielding maniac standing there...waiting for you. I kept visualizing every horror movie from the 1980’s that I was forced to see on dates in high school. I think the boys back then thought they would get some action if the girl screamed and hid in their shoulder during the scary part of a movie. The girls knew about this, by the way. We liked that we knew we’d be getting a little action if we played the “oh, I’m so scared, please protect me” role. Ah, teenage games we probably still play...
I used to love playing the “no, I have no idea that you are trying to cop a feel” role as a young lass. Sometimes I miss the coy-girl role because you could get away with so much more. I have big brown eyes so if I make them widen it looks like I am surprised or just a little taken aback by my date’s overtures. I have long eye lashes too so if I bat them it’s like I’m a female Bambi. That crap doesn’t seem to work anymore as a grownup. Just straight forwardness now. Whatever. I guess straightforwardness is better. Maybe...
Maybe I will try to be more teenage-coy and see what happens. Ya know, like an experiment. I could pretend I have no idea there is a kiss approaching me and see what happens. Act all surprised and stuff. Hmmm...that could be fun. Like an experiment for my blog. Now I need some unsuspecting test subjects that wouldn’t mind being in my experiment. Know anyone? No, seriously.
Friday, July 8, 2011
If I could have anything I wished for…
If I could have anything I wished for, my children would stay exactly this age but learn how to do laundry.
If I could have anything I wished for, cars would get better with age.
If I could have anything I wished for, teachers would be millionaires and senators would make under $50,000 per year.
If I could have anything I wished for, girls would think science classes made them sexy. And boys would agree.
If I could have anything I wished for, cookies would have the same calories as carrots.
If I could have anything I wished for, cats would not come with claws.
If I could have anything I wished for, people who were mean to you would spontaneously combust.
If I could have anything I wished for, Manolo Blahniks would be sold at Payless.
If I could have anything I wished for, lawyers would charge $25 per hour.
If I could have anything I wished for, men would turn into Rocky Road ice cream after sex.
If I could have anything I wished for, manicures and pedicures would be covered by insurance.
If I could have anything I wished for, there would be no whining (only wine).
If I could have anything I wished for, UV rays would make skin look younger.
If I could have anything I wished for, men would think insecurities were hot.
If I could have anything I wished for, people would buy my book.
If I could have anything I wished for, high heels would never hurt.
If I could have anything I wished for, Minneapolis would be two miles away from Los Angeles.
If I could have anything I wished for, cellulite would be a prerequisite for a super-model.
If I could have anything I wished for, my children would get full rides to Harvard or Yale. Or USC.
If I could have anything I wished for, a Master’s degree would increase one’s salary exponentially.
If I could have anything I wished for, one’s salary would increase by simply knowing what the word “exponentially” meant.
If I could have anything I wished for, Kate Spade purses would be available at Target and always on clearance.
If I could have anything I wished for, a teacher discount would count at Nordstrom.
If I could have anything I wished for, wars would be fought with Pillow Pets.
If I could have anything I wished for, important decisions would be made with the help of a Magic 8-Ball.
If I could have anything I wished for, the whole world would go to therapy.
If I could have anything I wished for, New York Bagels would be possible to make in Los Angeles and still taste the same.
If I could have anything I wished for, pizza would make you taller.
If I could have anything I wished for, the weather would match my mood.
If I could have anything I wished for, the smart kids would know better.
If I could have anything I wished for, left would always win over right; and good would always triumph over evil.
If I could have anything I wished for, there would be a sound track for everyday life.
If I could have anything I wished for, exercise could be done telepathically.
If I could have anything I wished for, I would live forever but stop aging right...about...now.
If I could have anything I wished for, cars would get better with age.
If I could have anything I wished for, teachers would be millionaires and senators would make under $50,000 per year.
If I could have anything I wished for, girls would think science classes made them sexy. And boys would agree.
If I could have anything I wished for, cookies would have the same calories as carrots.
If I could have anything I wished for, cats would not come with claws.
If I could have anything I wished for, people who were mean to you would spontaneously combust.
If I could have anything I wished for, Manolo Blahniks would be sold at Payless.
If I could have anything I wished for, lawyers would charge $25 per hour.
If I could have anything I wished for, men would turn into Rocky Road ice cream after sex.
If I could have anything I wished for, manicures and pedicures would be covered by insurance.
If I could have anything I wished for, there would be no whining (only wine).
If I could have anything I wished for, UV rays would make skin look younger.
If I could have anything I wished for, men would think insecurities were hot.
If I could have anything I wished for, people would buy my book.
If I could have anything I wished for, high heels would never hurt.
If I could have anything I wished for, Minneapolis would be two miles away from Los Angeles.
If I could have anything I wished for, cellulite would be a prerequisite for a super-model.
If I could have anything I wished for, my children would get full rides to Harvard or Yale. Or USC.
If I could have anything I wished for, a Master’s degree would increase one’s salary exponentially.
If I could have anything I wished for, one’s salary would increase by simply knowing what the word “exponentially” meant.
If I could have anything I wished for, Kate Spade purses would be available at Target and always on clearance.
If I could have anything I wished for, a teacher discount would count at Nordstrom.
If I could have anything I wished for, wars would be fought with Pillow Pets.
If I could have anything I wished for, important decisions would be made with the help of a Magic 8-Ball.
If I could have anything I wished for, the whole world would go to therapy.
If I could have anything I wished for, New York Bagels would be possible to make in Los Angeles and still taste the same.
If I could have anything I wished for, pizza would make you taller.
If I could have anything I wished for, the weather would match my mood.
If I could have anything I wished for, the smart kids would know better.
If I could have anything I wished for, left would always win over right; and good would always triumph over evil.
If I could have anything I wished for, there would be a sound track for everyday life.
If I could have anything I wished for, exercise could be done telepathically.
If I could have anything I wished for, I would live forever but stop aging right...about...now.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Justifying my rationalizations
I find that I rationalize and justify most of the choices in my life. Sometimes if you sit near me while I am making a difficult decision, you can hear my mind whirring and spinning like one of Rube Goldberg's Inventions. I think, why should I? Why shouldn’t I? How could I? How couldn’t I? And it goes on from there. Then I rationalize my best and do what I want to do. Yep, seems to work for me. Well, most of the time.
If there are shoes on sale, that are say 60% off, it’s really a no-brainer. Let’s face it, shoes make me happy. There! Rationalized and purchased. Cute boys that I should just wait until they call or text me first…naw. Life is short. I have very little free time. I wanna. Done! Justified and texted. Yes, other life choices are more difficult and some more mundane but I find when I use the word “organic” in front of some of them or just preface the crap out of a choice or just go to the gym the next day; that seems to work for me. Because let’s face it, we only justify stuff to make ourselves feel better. And we all do it.
My five year old son, Dash, has strep throat right now. He is asleep in my bed tonight and his brother is at their dad’s house. I just could not justify bringing him to his dad's and not being with him until there was no fever and he was slightly less contagious then yesterday. Saturday night is the night I have without my kids. Yes, tonight was supposed to be my grown-up-non-mom-night where I get to do grown-up-non-mom-stuff that does not involve the phrase, “stop touching that” or “please stop tormenting the cat”. Well, if it’s kinda a crappy date, the first phrase might be used…
Anyway, the mom-gene kicked in and thus an afternoon of sniffles, swollen glands, art projects and Xbox commenced. By the way, I totally suck at video games. I’m not sure if it is just because I’m a girl or just because I seem to have absolutely no hand-eye-coordination; but seriously, I kept driving off the road in the Cars game and kept being eaten by crocodiles in the Lego Indiana Jones game. I could rationalize my non-skill by saying that in the 1970’s the first video game I played was Pong. Ya know the one that had two little lines and a little square you hit back and forth between you and your sister while trash talking really slowly because it took forever for the little square to actually be hit back and forth? Blip……..bloop……..blip……..bloop bloop……..blip. I think I fell asleep once while playing it. Perhaps, just perhaps, my eye-hand coordination just never progressed passed Pong. Sad really.
As I was saying, Saturday night is usually my one night away from my boys; which always seems bittersweet and although it might be yummy as chocolate, bittersweet is more bitter than sweet. I do need that night to recharge my batteries, get some actual sleep and have a conversation that does not revolve around Legos. Part of me felt like a horrible mother for being disappointed in not getting to go to a grownup movie and out to dinner. But I can justify my horrible selfish mom feeling: The past two weekends, I have had my kids on Saturday night. So really the only free time I have had is being stuck in traffic while driving to work. It’s much further than my regular teaching gig. On Thursday, it took me an hour to get home. I love LA. So, I guess I will just make the stuck-in-traffic-time my down time. Crap. Ya see, with Dash getting sick and this new arduous schedule of summer school waaaaaaaay out in San Gabriel, and some other stress not worth mentioning I think I really did need a night to myself. I can justify that by saying that when I get some time to myself I am a better and more patient mom the next day when I get my kids back. It’s sort of like the yellow oxygen mask on an airplane. You are supposed to put it on yourself before you help the people who can’t put it on themselves. Ya know, take of yourself so you are able to take care of others. So, now that Dash’s fever seems to have broken and the antibiotics have kicked in, I’m thinking…a good work out, a steam and a mani-pedi and I will be as good as new. Ready to be there for my munchkins. Mani-pedi. Oxygen mask. Same diff. Yes, I have some time to myself tomorrow. I think an afternoon reading poolside while feeling bloated in my bikini is the way for me to go. I don’t have to justify that one. Do I?
Because Dash was sick, there was a Target trip involved this morning after our doctor visit. And let me tell you, I can totally justify the amount of money I spent at Target based on the idea that we needed cool art projects to do today cuz the little strep-kid wasn’t allowed out of the house today. No contact with other kids. So a pirate’s ship to build and some ceramic kitties and doggies to paint seemed important. Otherwise we would have watched every episode of Phineas and Ferb ever created. Not that that is a bad thing. It’s actually one of the few cartoons my kids watch that I enjoy. But after five episodes, it tends to wear down one’s soul. Of course, along with Phineas and Ferb, I was also forced to watch The Care Bears Movie. It’s like bears wrapped in sugar and dipped in honey and milk chocolate and lithium but not in a good way.
And just as a further justification on my Target shopping: I might as well just buy all the other Target stuff I need so I wouldn’t have to go back there tomorrow. Although I forgot a few things so I will be heading back there in the next day or so anyway. It wouldn’t be a week in my life without a trip to Target. I just really need to try to remember to ONLY buy the things I specifically came in to buy because that takes some serious rationalizations and justifications when that happens.
I noticed something about Dash today while our ceramic kitties and doggies where drying (mine is pink). There is this strange phenomenon which occurs when Dash is just with me and not with his seven year old brother, Max. When we watch a movie, just the two of us, he tends to pick a film that is truly age appropriate for him. He essentially gets to act like the five year old he is and doesn’t have to try to keep up with his big brother. Although The Care Bears Movie made me fall asleep in the first ten minutes, Dash was happy. I think I forced myself to fall asleep before my head exploded from the sheer cute and cuddliness of the bears. Now if we could combine the crocodiles from the Lego Indiana Jones Xbox game with the Care Bears…I would have stayed awake for that.
Dash can justify his movie choice because no one is around to dispute his choices. His brother is a mile away watching Bakugan save the universe and acting it out as he watches it. I have never seen a child move so much while watching television. He is the opposite of a couch potato. He’s more of a hot potato. Anyway, tonight Dash could just sit back and relax and enjoy being five and not once did he ask me tonight when he was going to be six. He needed no justification of movies, no rationalization of choices. He just snuggled into my arms, wiped his nose on my shirt and fell asleep dreaming of Care Bears.
There are a few things however one should never rationalize or justify. Stealing a parking spot from someone at the Whole Foods parking lot (you know who you are); cheating on a test in school; and buying condoms at the 99 Cent store. Don’t even try to justify that last one. Seriously.
If there are shoes on sale, that are say 60% off, it’s really a no-brainer. Let’s face it, shoes make me happy. There! Rationalized and purchased. Cute boys that I should just wait until they call or text me first…naw. Life is short. I have very little free time. I wanna. Done! Justified and texted. Yes, other life choices are more difficult and some more mundane but I find when I use the word “organic” in front of some of them or just preface the crap out of a choice or just go to the gym the next day; that seems to work for me. Because let’s face it, we only justify stuff to make ourselves feel better. And we all do it.
My five year old son, Dash, has strep throat right now. He is asleep in my bed tonight and his brother is at their dad’s house. I just could not justify bringing him to his dad's and not being with him until there was no fever and he was slightly less contagious then yesterday. Saturday night is the night I have without my kids. Yes, tonight was supposed to be my grown-up-non-mom-night where I get to do grown-up-non-mom-stuff that does not involve the phrase, “stop touching that” or “please stop tormenting the cat”. Well, if it’s kinda a crappy date, the first phrase might be used…
Anyway, the mom-gene kicked in and thus an afternoon of sniffles, swollen glands, art projects and Xbox commenced. By the way, I totally suck at video games. I’m not sure if it is just because I’m a girl or just because I seem to have absolutely no hand-eye-coordination; but seriously, I kept driving off the road in the Cars game and kept being eaten by crocodiles in the Lego Indiana Jones game. I could rationalize my non-skill by saying that in the 1970’s the first video game I played was Pong. Ya know the one that had two little lines and a little square you hit back and forth between you and your sister while trash talking really slowly because it took forever for the little square to actually be hit back and forth? Blip……..bloop……..blip……..bloop bloop……..blip. I think I fell asleep once while playing it. Perhaps, just perhaps, my eye-hand coordination just never progressed passed Pong. Sad really.
As I was saying, Saturday night is usually my one night away from my boys; which always seems bittersweet and although it might be yummy as chocolate, bittersweet is more bitter than sweet. I do need that night to recharge my batteries, get some actual sleep and have a conversation that does not revolve around Legos. Part of me felt like a horrible mother for being disappointed in not getting to go to a grownup movie and out to dinner. But I can justify my horrible selfish mom feeling: The past two weekends, I have had my kids on Saturday night. So really the only free time I have had is being stuck in traffic while driving to work. It’s much further than my regular teaching gig. On Thursday, it took me an hour to get home. I love LA. So, I guess I will just make the stuck-in-traffic-time my down time. Crap. Ya see, with Dash getting sick and this new arduous schedule of summer school waaaaaaaay out in San Gabriel, and some other stress not worth mentioning I think I really did need a night to myself. I can justify that by saying that when I get some time to myself I am a better and more patient mom the next day when I get my kids back. It’s sort of like the yellow oxygen mask on an airplane. You are supposed to put it on yourself before you help the people who can’t put it on themselves. Ya know, take of yourself so you are able to take care of others. So, now that Dash’s fever seems to have broken and the antibiotics have kicked in, I’m thinking…a good work out, a steam and a mani-pedi and I will be as good as new. Ready to be there for my munchkins. Mani-pedi. Oxygen mask. Same diff. Yes, I have some time to myself tomorrow. I think an afternoon reading poolside while feeling bloated in my bikini is the way for me to go. I don’t have to justify that one. Do I?
Because Dash was sick, there was a Target trip involved this morning after our doctor visit. And let me tell you, I can totally justify the amount of money I spent at Target based on the idea that we needed cool art projects to do today cuz the little strep-kid wasn’t allowed out of the house today. No contact with other kids. So a pirate’s ship to build and some ceramic kitties and doggies to paint seemed important. Otherwise we would have watched every episode of Phineas and Ferb ever created. Not that that is a bad thing. It’s actually one of the few cartoons my kids watch that I enjoy. But after five episodes, it tends to wear down one’s soul. Of course, along with Phineas and Ferb, I was also forced to watch The Care Bears Movie. It’s like bears wrapped in sugar and dipped in honey and milk chocolate and lithium but not in a good way.
And just as a further justification on my Target shopping: I might as well just buy all the other Target stuff I need so I wouldn’t have to go back there tomorrow. Although I forgot a few things so I will be heading back there in the next day or so anyway. It wouldn’t be a week in my life without a trip to Target. I just really need to try to remember to ONLY buy the things I specifically came in to buy because that takes some serious rationalizations and justifications when that happens.
I noticed something about Dash today while our ceramic kitties and doggies where drying (mine is pink). There is this strange phenomenon which occurs when Dash is just with me and not with his seven year old brother, Max. When we watch a movie, just the two of us, he tends to pick a film that is truly age appropriate for him. He essentially gets to act like the five year old he is and doesn’t have to try to keep up with his big brother. Although The Care Bears Movie made me fall asleep in the first ten minutes, Dash was happy. I think I forced myself to fall asleep before my head exploded from the sheer cute and cuddliness of the bears. Now if we could combine the crocodiles from the Lego Indiana Jones Xbox game with the Care Bears…I would have stayed awake for that.
Dash can justify his movie choice because no one is around to dispute his choices. His brother is a mile away watching Bakugan save the universe and acting it out as he watches it. I have never seen a child move so much while watching television. He is the opposite of a couch potato. He’s more of a hot potato. Anyway, tonight Dash could just sit back and relax and enjoy being five and not once did he ask me tonight when he was going to be six. He needed no justification of movies, no rationalization of choices. He just snuggled into my arms, wiped his nose on my shirt and fell asleep dreaming of Care Bears.
There are a few things however one should never rationalize or justify. Stealing a parking spot from someone at the Whole Foods parking lot (you know who you are); cheating on a test in school; and buying condoms at the 99 Cent store. Don’t even try to justify that last one. Seriously.
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