This guy I used to know is dating an important woman.
Or at least, the internet says she’s important.
I just read a short bio on her company website and I am duly impressed with her accomplishments and acclaim.
For the last twenty minutes I’ve been thinking about my own stellar achievements (or gross lack thereof) and I’ve been feeling a little melancholy.
Why is it I’m not a high powered corporate lady professional with a ten page resume and suits made of silk?
I know I’m not stupid, but I don’t know stuff – political stuff, world affairs and cultural stuff – not like this chick does.
And not like the guy who used to be my friend does.
Doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that he keeps company with someone like this woman.
She is clearly successful. Thin too, darn her. 😐
So yeah, I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out why I am who I am, and not who she is.
And you know what?
I figured it out. 🙂
My son, who is sitting a foot away on his own computer, just announced the afternoon activities…
“Uh oh, I made a fart.”
And friends, it cracked me up. No pun intended.
I’m sorry if it offends. I really am, but it’s funny to me. Farts are funny.
And I can say that, because I don’t wear a silk suit and I don’t have to be respectable to anyone but myself and my family.
Crass, cheap, ridiculous potty humor? I’m there. We’re there.
Really, thank goodness I’m not somebody important.
That snickering laugh I just had with my kid was the best thing ever.
Sharing it with you all and no concern over who is reading it? A close second, for sure.
Oh, and to the lady ladies who read me…
I am teaching the boy not to talk of such things in public.
I’ll take all the credit for that.
Happy Friday. 😀