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Dear Pelvic Floor

Dear Pelvic Floor

I miss you. I think about you all the time especially when hiking

Where have you been?.

Are you working remotely? Or are you simply remote?

I am only asking because that would make two of us and I am not going back until you do. I’ve been trying to get along without your full attention or even partial and just this morning there I was walking with my fists clenched so hard my neck bones were sticking out I mean I try to minimize pre-walk coffee intake but what’s a girl to do?

I need support you see so please consider showing the fuck up

askmjhk (that’s from Lily the cat who walked across the keyboard when I went to answer the door it was the tow truck guy who I think tried to pull something like what they did in Paper Moon do you remember in the Woolworth’s. It was $130 and I only had twenties so I said do you have a ten? and he loped to his truck Daisy barking her fool head off which is something they would have said in Paper Moon so who says I write without theme, and he came back with a fifty and that’s where it started the fucking math kerfuffle which ended when I said DO YOU NOT HAVE COINS IN YOUR TRUCK I mean every tow truck driver worth his salt has some fucking coins and I saw the lightbulb, dim but present, go on and he once again loped to his truck and loped back gave me six toonies so there you go I mean look who’s ripping who off after all? And now back to my missing pelvic floor which I am trying to rebuild with yoga and cleanses because it’s nice out again and I want to wear shorts that aren’t always black and puffy.

It was the twins, wasn’t it?

I know it was hard on all of us but like unless you got a side hustle with products if you know what I mean (and if so I want in) it’s time to come back.

Part of the trick we of yoga and naturopathy say, is visualization, so like I’m practically strangling you and everything else from my waist down so if I were you I’d smarten up before I break the camel’s back.

Also I have limited French but am stubbórn, I mean I can ask Monsieur Thibault to shut the window or open the door but those openings are not interchangeable (are pelvic ones?) so when I read the French tiny words on the bottle of whatever it was from the naturopath (who btw said I needed to pay up front and so I did and when I submitted to my insurance it was refused, as in nada of $450, and I thought the tow truck guy was going to rip me off) anyway the bottle said to take 2 pills with a full glass of water (enter concerns here) avant meals and I don’t know maybe it’s the a that threw me as in after but avant fucking means before so like there you fucking have it.

Anyway. The below link is to a story where the people aren’t fuck-ups and the ending is nice. Have a good week and I might as well tell you I have a new blog up my sleeve called LITBIT to which I will formally invite you soon but not avant I figure it all out I mean it’s half a cinch and the other half like climbing.





This cleanse is making me nicely light-headed... but

This cleanse is making me nicely light-headed... but

How was your Summer?

How was your Summer?