So I'm An Ass...

I just about had a heart attack this morning when I got a message from my friend stating that I was an ass and wondering why she bothered with me... eek. This doubly sucked because she is not only my friend but my stylist. We all know how hard it is to find a good friend and even harder to find a good stylist. Fuck.

Luckily, after I apologized she admitted she was joking about everything but still thought I was an ass. Seems I'm not the only one... but what a relief... I wasn't even sure where to look for a new stylist in this town and I really need my roots done.

I know I am an ass. People tell me that ALL the time... even the paramedic told me I was one the first time he kissed me. Heck, my surrogate brother calls me an asshole... and I don't think women can even be assholes.

So today I am thankful for all the people in my life who not only love me but love that I am an ass. So very grateful...

On that note, I am also thankful that the paramedic loves spending so much time with my little male mini me... I just wish he would figure out to cut down on the chatter at bedtime with my male mini me... it has a tendency to act as a sound buffer to my yelling "get to bed RIGHT NOW!"