Why is it. . .That I can sleep through two alarm clocks that are sitting across the room?
Why is it. . .That this time last year, I couldn't find clothes that I liked in my size? Everything was too small!
Why is it. . .That now, I can't find clothes that I like in my size? Everything's too big!
Why is it. . .That the pictures in my 'to be scrapbooked' pile keep multiplying like rabbits?
Why is it. . .That Bengal Orange is so hard to find?
Why is it. . .That I know exactly how I want to decorate the bathroom that I can't afford to remodel this year, but I have no clue what I want to do with the one that will be worked on next month?
Why is it. . .That my shoulder seems to be taking its own sweet time healing?
Why is it. . .That chocolate tastes so good, but is so anti-diet?
Why is it. . .That I am so sleepy in the afternoon, but wide awake at night?
Namaste.
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