My coffee seems extra comforting this morning.
I think about my day ahead and the weeks behind me. It’s been a challenging year actually. There were times I wondered if I was the star of a reality show.
My life as a reality show.
🤩🤣
Better yet, a movie.
But who would play me?
I would imagine Angelina Jolie, but reality would probably cast Rosanne Barr.
Maybe both, a younger and older version of me.
It would have to be a comedy. I’m not a big drama person. I don’t have the time.
Would they have to over exaggerate my sarcasm for a laugh?
Probably not, just make my eye rolls vocal. That should do it.
My friends and adventures over the years….how many of you would want to change your name to protect, the uh hem, innocent. Lol
It would definitely have to start at the beginning, that August day in Massachusetts. My mother’s face. The look of a single mom that would repeat decades later on a February day.
This sounds more like a series.
One season could cover the Bistro Lorene years alone. That might get the highest ratings. The characters are wild and diverse. From the dish Nazi to the creation of the Dawa. Let’s not forget the tantrums by yours truly, I was such a perfectionist when it came to my food. I was a female version of Gordon Ramsey at times.
Every memory of my life could be a full blown episode.
I could go on but work is calling.
Maybe I’ll just write the book.
Complete with pictures.
I cant even imagine a title. 😮
Well, off to write more of my ongoing saga….
Have fun writing yours…
Lorene
