I have decided that I am no longer stressed out. Not because it’s a special form of hell, or because I am having some sort of breakdown, or because it’s just plain no fun – no, I’m refusing to be stressed out any longer because it’s DOING REALLY BAD THINGS TO MY SKIN.

Seriously, I am tired of having wrinkles AND zits. This sucks, so I am done with it. My hair is also suffering – where the hell did this FRIZZ come from? So, no more. Everything is super; therefore, my skin will clear up and my hair will stop making me wonder what I look like bald. Hooray! I should write a book about the Power of Positive Thinking and call it something mysterious like “The Answer” or “The Ticket” – I’ll get on Oprah and make MILLIONS. I’ve found my phase 2!

I AM in a fairly good mood, though. I slept relatively well, no one looked in my windows to see me naked, and I am completely adoring the fact that Ed has been riding Oscar for the last couple of weeks. He’s waiting for his exhaust to come back from somewhere, and instead of being without wheels I convinced him to ride the Vino instead. It delights me to no end to see both of my scooters parked together when we go out. I’m still technically trying to sell Oscar, but it’s kind of really awesome to have a back up scooter to go to when one is under the weather. I know this is pretty spoiled of me, but it’s SO HANDY. I’ll enjoy it while I can – there’s nothing worse than wanting to go on an Adventure only to have Ed not be able to ride because his bike has a problem AGAIN, so this is doing a lot to keep my rage at a minimum. I am not difficult to please – I just want everyone to be able to drop everything at my whim and play along. That isn’t too much to ask.

I reverse engineered a crappy Chinese toy at work this morning, and I am feeling powerful. Fear my screwdriver!