It’s better.

Today I got to snap on some hot pink gloves and move ancient taxidermied animals from the Secret Room (that’s what we call it) to the basement dungeon of murky doom and death (that’s what I call it).  Nothing quite like manhandling hundred-year-old dead animals covered in arsenic to make you take stock of your life.

It was then, while staring into the fake eyes of the dead baby deer in my arms, that I realized my life has gone horribly, horribly wrong…

Well, I really don’t think my life has gone horribly, horribly wrong.  Not even when I almost passed out in the elevator with the dead bats, fish, and alligator (or crocodile…either way it looks like a dead scary thing).  No, my life is just…a little off course.  I am off-roading my way through life.  And you know, off-roading can be fun, just not when you are the driver of a minibus.  Minibus driving, I have recently had the pleasure to learn, is best left to the experts.  Experts like bus drivers and Sandra Bullock.

It was then, while careening around the woods with no concept of how to drive a bus and no Keanu Reeves in sight, that I realized my life has taken a turn for the worse…

Is it any wonder that after eight or so hours of this, all I want to do is come home and read?

…It was then, while allowing a parrot to walk around on my head and blushing my way through a romance novel lent to me by Lacy, who in turn got it from her mother, that I realized my life is not what I thought it would be

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