I pull out my hoop and Cagney behaves as if I'm about to torture him. It's never even been near him!
I could see it if it has fallen on him at some point because he's a wuss. But no. No excuse at all.
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I pull out my hoop and Cagney behaves as if I'm about to torture him. It's never even been near him!
I could see it if it has fallen on him at some point because he's a wuss. But no. No excuse at all.
Trudy, I'm glad your step-mother's doing better.
Just got off the phone with a friend (formerly friend-with-benefits) of mine. Totally bombshelled me with the news of his engagement. He and another female friend decided that as close as they were, they'd like to see how things would go if they took it up a notch - apparently they went well. And now he's talking about getting married next April. He's apparently forgotten that he was MY Plan B (5 or 6 years ago we agreed that we would get married if we were both still single when I was 40 and he was 45 - though I wasn't actually planning on enforcing the pact). I've always kinda wondered if we'd ever get around to trying for reals - guess not. I've been prodding at my feelings the way one does a bruise or a loose tooth - test it, see if it hurts - and it really doesn't hurt, thankfully. But I'm overwhelmed with feelings of WTH, or something.
Anyway, don't even need hugs, really. I just sort of needed to write out my feelings about my current headspace. Thanks for letting me.
I'm glad your step-mom is doing so well, comparatively. I hope things keep getting better too.
Yeah, that's a little complicated, Epic. I am glad it's not ouchy for you.
Continued ~ma for your stepmother and family and you, Trudy.
I have had... a not very good day. I did manage to go to Walmart (not my favorite place, but nearby for what roomie and I needed) and the bank. My shoulder is *killing* me and I think I overcaffeinated (switched back to dark roast with chicory from medium without, and drank two cups) which added to the pain have created a panic attack. Heating pad and acupressure aren't doing anything. I'm going to get my first lesson in Alexander technique next week, which I'm hoping will help but will likely require a number of sessions. Blergh.
Whoa, Epic. Yeah. That kind of thing can definitely mess with the brain.
God, I love avocados. I bought one today. I have only 3/4 left. And two fewer Benedryls than I started with this morning.
How many orgies?
Not. Enough.