Ya don't say that.

Another one about crying in the kitchen.

The new guy at work told me I looked tired.

I stopped in my tracks, glared at him with a torpedo level hatred, pointed a manicured finger, and said “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to say that to a woman?”

He responded with, “Damn, you look like you’re going to kill me.”

I responded with, “Don’t test me.”

This morning I was eating a ripened banana in the middle of the kitchen and started crying because I’m publishing a book and having a baby and moving and wow I can't believe all of this is happening and the lights were off and the wash was done and I'm so proud of myself and dumbfounded how this is my life and then I took the garbage out.

I had a dream a guest walked up to the check out desk, completely naked, and told me they wanted their money back because the hotel was terrible.

I told them I couldn’t give them a refund because they already stayed in the room.

They glared at me like I glared at the new guy.

I woke up and Nola was snoring in my ear.

Then I stepped on a cockroach.

Good morning.