Someone called me last night at 10:15, 1:09, 1:10, and 2:12. Was it you? Please stop. I really love my ten hours of sleep, and I clocked out around 9:30, hoping to be bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning. While I was stressing about serial killers calling me in the middle of the night, I realized that it was a good thing that I am not The Princess – you know, the one with The Pea. I sleep with my cell phone – which I use for an alarm in the morning - right smack under the center of my pillow, and I can’t even feel a thing. My royal head must not be so royal after all. (And please do not chop it off to see if my blood is blue.) My alarm is soft and sweet, and if Rex doesn’t lick my face a jillion times before it goes off, I wake up to the pleasant sounds of China. Then I brew a pot of Oolong tea and crack open my morning fortune cookie. That last sentence isn’t true. I think Oolong tea tastes like death sticks, but I would like to somehow arrange to get a fortune read to me every morning. Maybe there is some kind of subscription I can sign up for that will text me a daily fortune like: “Today you shall wear a raincoat.” I wish I got that one this morning because I just went to fetch my super sassy metal water bottle from my car, and it is pouring outside so I opted for a gross Styrofoam cup instead. Lately I have insatiable thirst, and these disappointing little Styrofoam cups only hold about 4.7 sips.
I don’t think I’m going to find my daily fortune provider, but Post Secret is a weekly secret provider, which I love. I think you should know about it and follow it with me (I placed the link in the sidebar so you won’t forget). Every Sunday, Frank posts new secrets that have been anonymously mailed to him. I think it is a really fantastic project, and I love the simplicity of the idea and how big it has become. He has four or so books as well, and plays a large role in suicide prevention and awareness, which is also really fantastic. I think maybe we should all send in a secret. I’ve always wanted to, but never thought I had any good secrets. Then I realized a secret can be silly or serious, yellow or red, one fish, two fish ... anything you want it to be! Are you in? Make your 4x6 secret postcard and mail it to:
13345 Copper Ridge Rd
Germantown, Maryland 20874
And don’t look for my punch-out alphas, because I will not be using them on my secret. I knew you were thinking I would. Should we have a deadline to mail our secrets? No? Okay. At your leisure, then.