I am an optimist but things don’t happen on an “great, amazingly fantastic” level in my world. They also don’t happen in an “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” way. But anytime I have “news,” I talk to my husband.
There have been the “biggies” that I’ve, of course, told him immediately:
- I’m pregnant
- I got the job
- They turned me down
There have been texts that aren’t necessarily urgent but are important.
- Paul Reubens died
- Wordle in two
- They closed the Starbucks at the Belvidere Oasis wtf
I have texted him news that may seem ordinary but is actually quite shocking:
- I just saw the mayor and he was wearing shorts
- Karl is being nice to me today
- Tiffany told me she likes anal
And I’ll text him quick photos like the one below that require no words. Because you don’t know me, I’ll explain the photo: Our son Sam fell asleep while strumming his guitar.
Sharing our daily news, breaking or boring, is our “great, amazingly fantastic” way of life over here and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thanks for reading my not-so-great, un-amazingly non-fantastic blog! -Connie
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P.S. Karl and Tiffany are not their real names.
Constance Kuntz 