I'm going to assume that was a compliment by my barista this a.m. See, this is how my brain works. When someone says something questionable about your outfit, you go ahead and take it as a compliment. I mean, why not? The world is depressed enough and why should I add to it by wearing gray? I told her, "Yes, I could be a flag!" And I raised my arms.
You know how rooms have an energy to them? My Starbucks is depressed lately. I just want to run through in my brightly-colored, nautical gear and yell, "Prozac and free espresso shots for everyone!"
You know why they're depressed? They're all on diets, trying to be perfect. A nonfat latte? Really? I mean, you only live once and if you get what, maybe 8 extra months for having blue milk, so what? It's a sucky 8 months!
Live a little, people of Silicon Valley!! I find that whole perfect abs thing weird on women. I love a great shoulder and back. Work that out, but the ab thing looks like that funky picture in the anatomy book. Just my two cents. But keep in mind, I want real whipped cream once in a while.
So this is my Monday reminder that you live a little today. Life is short.
My son Trey (engineering student) and I went to the City last week. He's so staid. I have to open his world a bit. So I made him go into an oxygen bar and get a massage. His face was priceless. Worth every cent.
"Mom, why are we doing this?"
"Because we can!"
We climbed to Coit Tower.
We ate in North Beach and we lived. So yes, I'm bright today. How about your Monday? How's it shaping up?