My See-ster Stacy
Sometimes you just have to tell it like it is.
I sent a somewhat whiny email
(and by that I mean an email in which I questioned
my existence and the meaning of life,
complained about how tight my
pants were on my thighs,
and used the "f" word more than a couple of times)
to my sisters and a friend this morning.
My friend replied with all sorts of
Stacy wrote back and said
(and I paraphrase)
God! I know! Life SUCKS!
I KNOW, GOD!
I love her for it.
It made me laugh.
And I love her for it.