Thirded Aims.

I was a leash kid. My next younger sister is only 11 mos younger than me. In fact, from the 6th until the 28th we are the same age. Anyway, I was the kind of kid who started running the second I was on 2 feet. So, I got leashed for my own protection. that was 59 years ago.

Now to come up with a proper snarky response for the other thing.

I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"

Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*

Yeah.

I just had a crying meltdown on the phone with my BFF. I never do that. I'm exhausted now. All the stuff that needs to get done tomorrow may have to do itself.

I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"

Yes!

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

I'm sorry about the meltdown, Zen. About everything.

If the Enpress declares it. It must be so.

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

That just blows my mind. Seriously, I have experienced shock at SOME people becoming parents, but ltc hit the parental jackpot in my opinion.

I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.

Not a whiskey drinker, but I could make an exception.

Yikes, time for me to go to bed now. I was up too late last night and I need my sleepy time. G'night Bitches.

I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.

I have some Wild Turkey 101 just waiting for a reason to drink it. And I have not only my tiara, but also the bunny ears from the picture that's been propagating on FB.

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

wtf

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

wtf

Yes this what? how? what?

I totally should have had a leash after having three babies in three years and four months.

Say it with me, now: it was white, and square, and looked like a tooth, but wasn't a tooth, so I ate it.

Rest in the most peaceful peace, Ginger. You were a true friend to me when I was at my most down and out. May you find wings to whatever kingdom you want to find, with or without shrimp. Love you, dear.

My last email to Ginger:

Dear Ginger,

I am just catching up with the Buffistas and with your situation.

If I understand correctly, you have just been moved to hospice care.

I know it is unlikely you will see this email, but I am sending it in the hope that you do. I don't want you to pass. I don't want you to be on hospice care. I want you to be the glorious Ginger I've always known. Smart, funny, and atop all of us.

So, this is me, kissing you, and wishing you the best. You're a wonderful woman and great online friend. I remember you reaching out to me when my anxiety had driven me into a hole.

I remember you reaching out to me, regardless of your own situation. So, my dearest Ginger, I want you to know that you matter. You. as a person in this world, impacted my life. You reached out to me during my dark night of the soul, and you made my life better.

Thank you, my dear. I am sorry I was not able to do better. Love you, so. What a difference you've made in my life.

--Cindy