Editing

I awoke this AM and read my post from yesterday. I was horrified seeing so many grammatical errors and such! I decided I would just have to delete the thing or edit it for my English major comrades comfort. Something changed my mind, however, and I am forever glad. Just as perhaps Picasso created "free" expression in the art world, I am going freely expressive in the world of written prose. If you see a mistake, maybe it is there on purpose...leave it be. Just as I have learned to have a messy house, accept that my kids have learning disabilities, and that these wrinkles on my face are not going away, I am branching out into this. The fear of making grammatical errors has kept from writing in the past so...I am just letting that go and writing focusing on emotion instead of technicality . So there.
Yesterday I returned from work after a two week vacation. I was all thumbs! I had twin babies again(cool)! But after the delivery I banded the second babecakes the wrong sex and then I put the wrong birth time TWICE!!! The nursery girls must have thought I was smoking the peace pipe or something on my vaca. I told the parent I really was competent just a little number dyslexia crops up now then when I am tired or overworked.
Today in Walmart the poor cashier forgot to give me my 20 dollar change back. She was a nice lady. She asked me if I liked the model of brassiere I was purchasing. I told her I would let her know if a miracle occurred by the next week and I was posing for Victoria's Secret. We both giggled. We were both over 40 and the model I was purchasing obviously was a boulder holder geared for comfort and stabilization...not uplift and show. When I returned later for my money she was embarrassed. They had to audit her register and she was nervous. I asked if she could tell i was wearing the new boulder holder. She just winked. When they found her register was over 20 dollars she said, "I am so sorry! I have been a knuckle-head all day! I punched out instead of in! I went to take the wrong lunch-break and now this!" When I told her my story about the previous day at my job and how I had mislabeled things 3 times, she was relieved. She said , "You know, you look great! I can tell a difference! I am buying myself a boulder holder just like yours tonight!"
On my way out the door i decided I would not proofread or change my previous blog post. Too dang bad. My grammar, like my body, is not what it used to be. "who cares" I am going to focus more on emotion than technicality in life too ;)

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