My Life as an Emoticon

I like seeing: dogs running so fast on shiny floors that they skid into walls/the expression on a cat’s face when it realises it’s done something stupid/women who look like drunken flamingos when they wear high heels/men who make bad toupee decisions/babies tasting lemon juice for the first time/children getting distracted when they are cross and forgetting that they aren’t supposed to be smiling/cars driven by hat-wearing old people going so slowly that they are giving impatient people embolisms/rain washing the windows or the car so that I don’t have to/serving suggestions on food packaging completely unlike the product within/the ‘your message has been sent’ message after you finally send a work project off on email/pictures of our house made out of painted macaroni made by my children/and pictures they do of me looking pretty much like a twisted emoticon/a waiter heading my way before I wonder if it is impolite to snap my fingers and cry ‘garcon!’/a favourite movie for the fifth time and discovering new lines of dialogue/people taking fashion risks and not realising it/people taking fashion risks and missing the target/shiny things half-covered on the beach….

I like seeing those things. I’m thinking good thoughts, not wanting to return to this time last year when my mother almost died, and then did.

Back to my happy place…