In further fuck cancer news, my friends from college lost their daughter earlier this week. She fought a lifelong battle against a cancer so virulent that no one thought she’d live more than a few years. She made it to 17, weighing less than 90 lbs, but a fighter to the end.
I haven’t seen A. since she was 6 or 7 years old, but I’m so sad for the whole family. I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore, though. It was apparently really bad this past year.
So yes, fuck cancer, and much love and health~ma to Buffista family and friends who are battling it.
Oh, I can so feel for her parents, Pix. I'm sorry.
I think an extra day plus a place that feels more manageable are both wins, Connie. Plus
the hotel doesn't answer their phone after 4 PM Pacific time.
whuh? And I say that as an Angeleno.
ION, I slept in! Kinda. And am breakfasted and showered and ready to get ready for this wedding.
And now, inappropriate judginess behind someone's back: You are seriously trying to have a baby? You're 42 and drunk in every picture you ever put on Facebook. Why does this seem like a good life plan??
Just heard the sound of something falling over. Could've been a branch hitting the roof, but it sounded more like something in the attic falling over. Now I'm staring at my ceiling trapdoor and remembering those horror stories of someone hiding away in a persons home. The trapdoor creaks horribly so I am not going to check. Because I'm sure it was just a branch. But I am keeping my phone close and will run out if I hear it starting to open.
Timelies all!
Little guy is fussy again. I just fed him and changed his diaper, so I'm letting him cry. Soon we will go out for lunch and a quick supermarket run. (By we, I mean me and the baby- Gary's on a business trip)
these aren't the droids you're looking for . . .
I'm sure it's just a ghost.
After hemming and hawing about where to go to lunch, I finally decided to go to the place with good burgers and bad service. And now I'm in a super cranky mood. I guess that’s what I get.
OK, FINE. The wedding was great! So much crying in the service, plenty of fun in the reception. Rather than throw a bouquet, one of the grooms invoked RuPaul and threw a wig to all the single ladies! And fellows. I did not catch it.
