I like like. It’s a good word. It comes in handy for, like, a lot of things. And I’m sure I say it way too much.
Like, I worked like a dog cleaning the oven today.
I sweated like a pig, eww!, one day last summer when I was trying to dead-head my little garden. Generally, if it involves sweat, I am, like, SO outta there! Besides, ladies are supposed to glow, not sweat.
Do pigs really sweat or is that just, like, a saying? The closest I’ve ever been to a pig was Wilbur, and then all I could think was, “Breakfast shouldn’t talk back. That’s just, like, so rude!”
I hung in there like a trooper and got caught up with my A-Z Challenge friends! I commented and clicked like on a lot of posts. It took me, like, a few hours, but I did it! Next goal, adding you to my blog list, because I like you. You guys are, like, so cool. Stories, adventures, struggles, and triumphs! Your hearts are so raw, and open. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me to see your vulnerabilities and thoughts shared so freely.
I feel like there are changes happening within me. Not sure if those are, like, mental or emotional or both, but I feel changes in the air. I hope I like them.