No, not me. Okay, maybe me. Me. Unfortunately, someone was talking about a car and one of my dearests immediately thought it was about me. Humph. Listening to the sweet chirping of birds that are covered in ice doesn’t help matters in the middle of May. Ahhhhh. Springtime in OH-IO. I can’t talk virus anymore. One of my wee ones cut it off yesterday as we were having a socially distanced visit. So not cool. It’s like wiping your butt with your other hand. It kind of gets the job done, but not very satisfying. Just fed up. So I was thinking about things that everyone seems to like but I don’t. Ketchup. It’s the go to for fries and hamburgs, but would you really put sugary tomatoes on those things? Mustard it is. Weekends. And I’m not just talking during ‘these times’. It just throws things off. As a wee one, it meant no school, which I loved. And it meant the family was all together in a small house with one tv and one bathroom. Meals together. Rules. TGIM. It’s sometimes hard to ‘make a plan’ for two days without structure. Someone please tell me what to do. Exhausting. Ancestry. Big hobby these days of people trying to figure out who they are related to. Who cares? They’re dead, and probably not that interesting anyway. I also hate when men say “we are pregnant”. You are not, bro. Health class 101. Sushi. I keep trying to like it, but think next time I’ll just suck the wasabi and ginger off my fingers. Now much of what I don’t like I’ve blogged about in the past, and I know you all have hung on to every word. (I’m really trying not to go corona on you). And maybe after being home for a few months I’ll have a change of opinion. When I can’t go shopping, I want to. Or maybe I just want to have a reason to put on jewelry and prance around. If all goes well, athleisure will be out of style. You’ve worn it for months and it might be time to invest in a new pair of jeans. Big. Ger. Jeans. Just keep wearing lots-oh-jewelry and no one will notice. We will all be having three hour dinners in restaurants just because we can, and being home has certainly lost its allure. People on social media try to give the impression they are loving all this family time together, but I’m not buying it. If you liked it so much you would have done it. Scheduling your kids in everything is not because you want all this time together. It’s because You want Out. Fes up. Probably even be worse soon enough. Please don’t make me go to harpoon lessons, mom. Okay. I’ve tried. Rambled enough. This Boomlennial experience is not good. We are the vulnerable now, not the machismo. Finally been put in my place. No way to sweeten what is happening, although ketchup might help. And I might find I like it.