Thanks, everyone, for the hugs and sympathy. Things are going to be difficult for Mark and his family for a long time to come. I'm grateful that I got to know Joey as well as I did, and so unutterably sad that he's gone: that he won't get to be Mark's best man at our wedding, or be around to be Uncle Joey to our kids, or travel with us or spend holidays with us or anything that he should by all rights be doing for the next 60 or 70 years.
Anyway, I may be darker than usual for the next little while, but I wanted to stop in and say thank you all for keeping us in your thoughts. It means a lot to me. And this would be a good day to call up your brother or sister (or parents or kids or anyone else) and tell them you love them.
Well, there was a lot of shouting (over the noise of the drummers for the tennis matches), I looked out the window and there were all these men in long black coats, etc., and then they loaded themselves into about five tour buses and took off.
Gotta love DC ... someone's always protesting SOMETHING and you get the complete range of cultures, issues, and so on.
DJ & Fred, much punctuation.
I just can't imagine that, Kate. I'm so sorry for what you're all going through, and the years that Joey will miss.
Daisy, I completely forgot to say how sorry I was to hear about your cat. That's just heartbreaking.
compliments of Go Fug Yourself, Johnny Weir on closeting. (couldn't resist)
He has a strict system, apparently.
I have special bins for things I don’t actually wear because I don’t actually need them.
I have that! I call it "the floor." Or, "the dresser drawers."
I want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. IOW: mine: [link]
chicken and 3-bean salad and homemade lemon sorbet:
I may be wandering over to GWW for the first time in months.
Also, today? Does not deserve to be a Tuesday. It is a Monday-ish style Friday the 13th in a failed steampunk-esque cogs-hotgluegunned-onto-gold-lame charade of the end-times and it can just go away now.
