BFF says kid basically ignores her until we get on the phone and then is constantly talking to her. So.
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I wonder if I will ever not cry whenever I watch a show with a happy father giving away his daughter at her wedding. It was the one thing I didn't give my dad.
Not that he was at all disappointed, but it would have made him so happy to see me happy.
My sweet Vortex.
Ah, no one would have been good enough for you in his eyes! Also, hugs. I'm sorry he was taken from you so soon. I'm confident he would be so proud of you and would love bragging to all of the incredible woman he helped create. I certainly thank him!
As do I. And also, exactly what Laura said.
{{Vortex}}
I used a lotion on my face this morning. An anti-aging lotion, which I don't normally use but I am aging so I figure it's time to start raging against the dying of the light or whatever. Let me tell you what, that shit must work, because my face-skin has been itching like the devil all day. I don't think I'm allergic to it, it's just eating away all the old skin, I guess. After a couple days of this, I should have skin like a baby's butt. Maybe I should just use this at bedtime.
What kind, Zen?
Aw, Vortex. My mental image of my wedding if there were to be such a thing completely altered when we lost my mom (which was 14 years ago today and wait that can't be right but yeah). It kind of stopped being fun to speculate about.
Palmer's something.
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