Rambling Run wild with Riotous Rabid Rabbits Ravaging the Ruins

If I were on edge and centered it would be a dangerous mishap of words and confuzlement of
diction.

The Good News: Bubby gave me a Plumeria today.




We went to a meeting tonight and I was
"stressed out".
But stressed out of what exactly?
My wits
My spirits
My mind
My shoes
and
My driving ability

So I decided that with blurry vision and a terrible off center, imbalanced perception of the world I might as well let some one with more clarity look through my dirty windows and drive for a bit.

After the meeting we were almost back to my house and
Some how I had forgotten that he was driving and that he needed to be taken home.
So I had him turn around and about and head the opposite direction.

To my surprise and delight,
Bubby and his family had plumeria flowers growing to great heights in the yard.
He picked a very pretty rainbow one and placed it on a
toothpick
for me to wear in my hair.

The picture of me was awful for I looked as if
I had been thrown around, beaten, scratched, rubbed with alcohol, and given ibuprofen.

Not too far off. I had gone on a Loooooong hike, been dehydrated, rehydrated, cried, acne-fied (I hate stress) and my hair was all over the place, I was sweaty, and smelt worse than wild beast!

Good for him!
But of course he would still find the Beauty inside of me
Somewhere.

Note to Reader: All of the above occurred on Sunday August 14, 2011. Also make a mental note and caution that Abby abdicates all of her responsibility for things said, done, eaten, or baked when under the influence of stress and paralyzing anxiety. And everything that happens after 2 am as well.