“I don’t take any responsibility at all.”

I am now quoting Agent Orange because it is    profoundly irresponsible and freeing.

In the middle of the night, while David slept, I ate a  chunk of the birthday cake I made for him.

I confessed to the silent, darkened bedroom that I  didn’t take any responsibility for eating his cake.

I did not apologize to my battered body that had hiked yesterday, done a IG Pilates class and a YouTube arms and abs class and was now suffering the barrage of sugar.

It was reckless, but I take no responsibility.

I was possessed by an evil spirit in my sleep that forced me to abruptly wake up and stumble straight to the kitchen.

Deep down I think it was Queen E. who beckoned me out of a deep sleep.

Her favorite thing was to wake in the middle of the night and head downstairs even when managing stairs was a challenge.

She would pirouette into the kitchen, pull open the freezer, her lavender housecoat silhouetted in the refrigerator light, delicately reach in and embrace Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Toffee Bar Crunch and then savor the entire pint…she always had at least a half dozen on hand at all times.

In closing, I do take responsibility recommending that you watch the two seasons of the tender and funny series, After Life, created, written, directed by and starring Ricky Gervais.

It’s such a rich storyline…the wife he’s lost, the guilt, moving on…all the emotional elements touchingly Intertwined in the dark comedy-drama.

The flawlessly imperfect citizens of Tambury are brilliantly portrayed by a talented cast along with the amazing dog, Brandy.

Netflix has already ordered Season 3 of the binge worthy show.

Enjoy the holiday weekend.