Or it hates me. I haven't decided yet.
The May issue of Portico Magazine is out now. I was asked to contribute a piece on motherhood, since it's their Mother's Day Issue.
I wrote it a few months ago, and my dad emailed me a copy of it this morning.
Now, before I go any further .. I'll let you in on something about me.
I. Hate. Clowns.
Most who know me are aware of this fact ... the poor kids I used to teach are probably still recovering from the day a clown wandered through the halls of the school unannounced and peered into my classroom.
Clowns = Scary in my book.
Sneaky Clowns = Well, that's just the first scene out of any B rated horror flick in my opinion.
The results of that weren't pretty. Tears, hives, asthma attack ..... the works.
I don't know when it started ... maybe I caught a documentary on John Wayne Gacy as a kid and filed it away in my memory bank. Wherever .. whenever it started .. it stuck.
Back to the magazine.
So ... I open the email attachments and see the cover.
Yep .. you guessed it ...
Touche, Universe. Touche.
(More on the article in a few ... my battery is almost dead and the girls are starting to wake up from their nap.)