Dangerous

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We just returned from a jaunt on the T to see a friend and her baby at a hospital downtown. Their view was that of a 4 star hotel overlooking the Charles River, the sun spitting its rays off of each cresting wave, the sailboats slowly carving out their path through the water. YOU COULD HAVE OVERDOSED ON SUCH BEAUTY.

It was sunny as we walked back to the T and the air smelled like cotton candy and grade school field trips and I had an iced coffee in hand and--I WAS SURGING. It was altogether too dangerous. This has been The Worst Summer ever in Boston in terms of weather. Even worse than my first summer here when I was living in a 2nd floor oven and Loverpants and I fought every day over how I cut the lettuce in his salad. June 2009 was one big wash! Today is the first day I have seen sun in ever so long (we were out of town this past weekend when the sun reportedly graced the Hub). Seeing the sun today was like seeing a lover after a long hiatus. I wanted to mash my face into the sun, cover it with kisses, and smell that area right where his hair meets his neck. But I hear that kind of contact with the big old orb is not recommended.

I may cancel my appointment at the gym today. I think I am going to go hug the mailman and give away everything I own and sidewalk chalk I LOVE YOU, WORLD on my front stoop.

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Good Humor

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I inherited this animal instinct from my grandmother that I cannot seem to disinherit. Whenever I even smell the scent of Someone Who is Good Humored, I immediately have to tell him or her something embarrassing I just did, like, a few seconds ago. Today I am breezing out of the gym, carrying Baby Girl who is rotating her head back and forth and pointing at BLUE BALL! (and guess how many blue balls you can find at a gym with shelves upon shelves of exerballs? Many! So let's repeat every time we see a BLUE BALL!). I pass the front desk and see Seemingly Good Humored Girl at Front Desk and I feel as though suddenly the exit door is blocked by fierce laser beams barring me from leaving the building without sharing with Good Humored Girl the following:

"Oh my goodness everytime I pass that inspirational weight loss story I just start crying I look at her story and I just think ::gets high breathy voice:: if she can do it I can do it oh my goodness I don't even know that woman and I just start crying it's just like watching 'Oprah'"

Good Humored Girl looked back at me with this pleeding smile as if to say, "Please leave, because I know you are about one 'oh my goodness' away from telling me about how you went to the hospital with a tingling in your shoulder last week and by mistake you got a hysterectomy, and frankly I am just really happy reading USWeekly today, so thanks."