I know that the prompt wants me to purge my bothersome emotions, in a way that might make me feel better…

Thank you WordPress, for caring enough about my day to day life to ask me intimate questions, like a bestie…

I know that it might seem that you are a bit creepy, weird, or are in need of content. Though you might simply be attempting to come up with some nefarious plan to replace me with a robot, I will play along and think it’s because you like me to some degree.

Admit it, you know you like me! You always ask questions that a caring friend might ask… what are my fears, what I like, what I don’t like, and how I feel about so many different things. At first, I thought you were stalking me… taking my measurements for a skin suit, or something. But now, after today… I think you are so nice to ask such an intimate and personal question as I sit here in pj’s with my coffee still brewing…

Since you asked, I will admit that my morning started off with missing the garbage man… He looked right at me as he passed by, not making even one attempt to stop and give me a sec to get it to him… nope!

Oh yeah, and I smacked my forehead while holding the cupboard door open while retrieving the coffee to brew… the latch that holds it open is broken… has been for several months. I am still tired, I feel crabby cause my arm is killing me, I have no intention of walking in this ridiculously hot weather, nor do I plan on cooking, cleaning, or doing any constructive anything today… Waaah Haaaaaaa… Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…

BEEP…

Hang on…

Oh hi peeps… man, this coffee is sooooooo good!

Now… WordPress, this should teach you a lesson about asking such personal questions… BEFORE my first sip of coffee… shame on you.

Now, go look up bestie protocol so you do not do that again…

Here, have a cookie… and a cup of my fresh coffee… that’s how I roll…

As in the words of Castle, “It’s what I do”…