November

Wow. November sucks.
And I don't even mean just for me. I'm pretty sure it sucks for everyone. This November is just plain sucky.
I don't want to go outside in fear of happening upon more misfortunes. I just want to hide under my covers until November ends.
Well, that and it got really cold.

One of the kids at a clinic I volunteer at was writing in her journal. She's seven and a half. She would ask me to spell out every other word she wanted to write. She wrote, "A person called me a," then paused and asked me if I knew what the "b word" was. I half-smiled, faked innocence, and asked her what the b-word was. She proceeded to spell it out in a whisper. Each letter in the right place. B-I-T-C-H.

She wrote it down, then crossed it out because she knew it was a bad word. She turned it into a star. I suggested that now it says, "A person called me a star." The rest of what she wrote went off of that.

At age seven, I was calling my enemies "sunny bozos." And that is hardly even an insult.