Thursday, June 30, 2005

The Joy of Fretting

I love to fret. God knows why, because it makes me miserable, but I spend a great deal of time doing it, so I must love it. Anyway, I've got a large all-consuming fret going on right now in anticipation of my weekend, full of new things. How do you recognize when I'm fretting?
  1. I'm distracted.
  2. I'm burping regularly.
  3. I'm getting some kind of rash on my face (so, egad, ignore my last post, folks. Stare at my boobs! Don't stare at the rash!).
  4. I'm wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood.
  5. I'm babbling.

2 Comments:

Blogger Cindy St. Onge said...

And you're fidgeting with your bra. Just in case no one is looking.

6/30/2005 06:43:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I do fidget with my bra when I get nervous. But I hadn't thought of it as a deliberate strategy to keep people from looking at the weird rashes...

6/30/2005 07:16:00 PM  

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