Big hugs to Scrappy, and Frank, and to you Cass. I'm so sorry you're all going through this.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, my thoughts are with you all dealing with your mortal parents.

Wishing strength to Scrappy, Cass and Frank and peace and acceptance.

Frank, I think being at peace is the best we can ask for knowing we're at the end of our lives. And am so glad that she's lucid so you can say your goodbyes and anything else. I hope she remains comfortable.

People playing "telephone" just led to me having to call my Stepmom to soothe both of our hurt feelings. The game where someone overheard a snip of a conversation I was part of and repeated it with or without realizing how it'd sound and without any context. So she was hurt. She texted me and I was hurt. After one more text not helping, I just called her and I think we sorted it out. I hope. Of course even false hurts don't miraculously go away when you figure out they were just a series of misunderstood things. Yay.

{{{Frank}}} I'm sorry about your mom. Tons of ~ma to her and you.

I brought the last of my I will never be that size again clothes to consignment stores. The first store took everything but three items and made a point of saying she didn't take things with skulls on them. The second store took my adorable black skirt with pink skulls and a pretty leather trimmed blouse but wouldn't take my leather jacket because it is from a store that has been out of business for a while. So 19 items will hopefully be making me some money for holiday shopping.

Frank, I'm so sorry to year about your Mom.

Cass I'm glad you got things sorted out I hope the hurt feelings ease.

I've been reading along, mostly on my phone, and sending lots of ~ma to Cass and Frank and Scrappy and anyone else who needs it. Oh, my Bitches, I hate that life is so hard sometimes.

Had a great birthday weekend, things with D continue to go well, work today was a pisser but what are you gonna do? The clients from hell had the gall to tell my boss, "We like you, but your people are rude and are going to lose you jobs." WTFF, I am, like, pathologically polite. None of us are anything even approaching rude. I wish I could be a fly on the wall during their next interaction with contractors who aren't us. The only thing I can think is that maybe, maybe they overheard E and I cussing or something? I cannot wait to be done with them, and if my boss takes another job there I don't know what I'll do.

My throat is killing me. It was a little scrape-y yesterday, but it got bad enough to wake me up during the night. I don't have the strep fever, so I don't think it's that, but I called off my first class just in case.

Ugh.

I am sorry if I gave you the plague!

Frank, I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. She sounds like she is facing everything with amazing grace. I'm so glad that she is able to say her goodbyes, and that you will be able to say your goodbyes to her.