Coleend

First things first. The name is Coleen. The nickname is Coll. That is with two "L"s. Please make a note of it. For, you know, the annals and all.

I have three pairs of sneakers (two for athletic purposes, one for kicking around), and at least three pairs of flip-flops.

No, wait, I have four pairs of flip-flops. I forgot about a pair in my closet.Fine, FIVE PAIRS. I left a pair down the shore.

I used to read every single night before bed. My favorite thing in the world to do was to sit on the beach under an umbrella and read all day. I even have a separate Amazon wishlist just for books I wanted to put on hold in the library reserve system. Then I dated someone who told me that I read too much. Eventually we stopped dating, but not because he thought that I read too much. Although that was kind of a mitigating factor. I mean, how do you tell someone that they READ too much?

I don’t have any kids, and don’t have any plans at the present time to be getting me a kid, but my brother and I have amused ourselves by inventing an imaginary son for me named Timmy. Poor Timmy is always running late for school. His mother (i.e. me) uses leftover water in the water bottle bottle to wet down a brush to get his hair looking half-decent in the morning, his breakfast is a donut wrapped in a napkin, and since he dresses himself, he invariably is wearing two different shoes. (”Timmy, why do you have two different shoes on?” “I don’t know.”) After work, Timmy’s mother (i.e. me) is always rushing to the train station to make the 5:14 express because “Timmy has baseball tonight at 6 and I can’t be late!”) I love my poor imaginary son, Timmy.

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