When I said that they could “stop by” I didn’t expect them to actually come. I was 19 and it was a “Minnesota nice” thing to say… I often reflect on what happened over that course of time. One little comment turned into a week that was part Wes Anderson part SNL when it comes to measurement of weirdness. It haunts me in a funny and not so funny way when I am about to engage in new social experiences. How weird am I? What sort of person must I actually be to have a track record of attracting such… characters? Ok, so I am getting ready to go to an ice cream social for my kids’ school and I am suddenly flooded by self doubt when it comes to making friends! I want to be likable. I want to be “the cool mom”. But let’s get real! I am not. As I type this, I have a stain on my shirt and it’s from me, probably dribbling coffee on myself somehow. I don’t know when. And I don’t know how. And that is the problem!! Anyway… you’ll have to listen to this masterpiece to get the full story. Buckle up, baby and enjoy 😉
