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Lol now I'm picturing penny getting dyed accidentally.

I read this after I got the other things but I'll remember it.I'm going to do this once mom gets home.

Good luck, askye!

So far, I have stuck to the diet all day and don't feel like I want to kill anyone yet. The hardest part is remembering not to eat the scraps from Francesca's meals.

Now I'm reading dying horror stories about how everything was dyed and the color ran out all the time and someone's hands turned purple when they washed it out.

I'm also not sure how I'm going to do my sideburn things and the shorter hair in the back but I guess comb the dye through and hope for the best.

The hardest part is remembering not to eat the scraps from Francesca's meals.

That is a tough one!

My son is giving up drive thru food for Lent. That is a huge one for him. I'm trying wheat and cheese. Not Catholic, so no fear of repercussion if we fall off the wagon. Not sure on the rest of the household.

Lent was sort of a weird coincidence. I just wanted my thirty days to be after Valentine's Day and before Easter so I wouldn't be feeling deprived on holidays.

I am the flip side of y'all, because I bought chocolate-covered sea salt peanuts today because (1) I was in the CVS and there they were, (2) I am PMSing*, and (3) I had therapy this morning and by god needed chocolate.

I cannot begin to re-emphasize how goddamn much I thought therapy was going to be like going to archery at Camp Butterworth but actually turned out to be the fucking Hunger Games. Or, like, you think you're going to rearrange the living room, so you move the couch, and then there's a hellmouth under the couch. And the hellmouth is made out of your goddamn parents.

*So here's an interesting thing I learned about anxiety and PMS: it's not uncommon for anxiety to spike in the immediate premenstrual timeframe. (I learned this because my anxiety was crazy for no reason on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I realized I'm in the premenstrual timeframe and so I googled and BAM! Apparently it's a thing.) I don't remember having my anxiety spike before my period in the Pre-IUD Years, but it's entirely possible I was such a hot mess back then that my anxiety was just a constant, so there were no spikes.

There's today's fun fact.

Also, 42 degrees is too cold to walk, even just a mile, and now my knee is angry at me. Perhaps it needs chocolate-covered peanuts.

Mmmmm, chocolate covered sea salt peanuts would totally be allowed, and yet I have none. My mom always gave up sweets. Big time Catholic parents but Lent resolutions are about all I kept from it. Except maybe my Catholic school experiences kept me from chewing gum or having a potty mouth.

Cheese, bread, pasta and that family are my worst things so we'll see how I do. Takeout Indian tonight. Spicy cauliflower and chickpea kinda stuff. Didn't arrive yet, so just hungry now. Having my glass of wine at sunset, but on the computer instead of eyes on the horizon, which is wrong, so taking a computer break now!

Indian food is always a good choice!

The downside is that I made a plan with DH that I would click the order icon when he was ready to leave the practice where he is working and he would pick it up on the way home. AND HE HASN'T TEXTED ME YET.

In other Laura world news, I hope to make a trip over the everglades to see family and do work stuff early tomorrow morning. I haven't been over there since the week after Mom's funeral. It really has more to do with politics than Mom because my brother, who was and is a big Ben Carson fan, voted for the 'Constitution' party candidate and is full out crazy right wing nutso. He did come over here to visit with family once since then. And I kind of have to see him too because he has refused for the last month to take his MS injections because his doctor has refused to try any other protocol for the last year or so because the injections work. But Jim seriously hates the injections and wants to try something else. So I don't know how long it takes for things to deteriorate, but with MS it is only stay where you are or get worse, there is no getting better.

So I respect that he gets to make his own decisions, but depression over Mom may be contributing to his refusal to take his shots. The pharmacy said they were going to advise his doctor that he refused the shipment.

So yeah, family, dude. Whatcha gonna do?