every teardrop is a waterfall

wondered all morning if Barack Obama ever wears glasses.  and kind of hoping not, because i really like him glasses-less (and tie-less ;)  same with Bill Clinton, when he wears his glasses, i just can't like him anymore... he looks like an old knitting granny when he wears them

walked 10 miles this morning powered entirely by coffee and aleve.  i got home more dead than alive and the second i sat down, the newslady on TV said to run outside - quick as a fox with your camera - because the space shuttle is flying overhead!!  did i jump up and grab my camera and run outside?  nope... because i'm too lazy ;) 

cursed my stupid female hormones for making me cry in Target.  i am a cloud.  most of the time i can drift around pretty lightweight and fluffy but somedays i feel so weighed down and heavy and then everything gets grey-ish... and then the heavens open and every teardrop really is a waterfall.  so anyway, i'm crying in Target (totally normal) hoping oh hope of hopes, pleeeeease don't let me see anyone i know.  and who did i see?  uhuh, my new mommy friend from Danny's class (who i adore and admire) who is also a freaking therapist.  so now i am sure she thinks i'm insane and will probably have a book she wants to lend me at back-to-school night tonight ;)

back later with pictures (maybe) xoxo