Husband still has a couple of questions about some benefits stuff, so he's not celebrating yet, even with me yelling in his face, "BE HAPPY."
You guys, I'm going to have the house to myself during days again. I'll have so much time to watch whatever TV I want!
Hooray for Spouse of Dana!
YAY DANA!!
I just emailed a therapist! The closest one to my house, which is how I like to pick these things... We'll see what happens.
Hip Hooray, Dana and Husband Of Dana!
Jeez, Jesse, there have to be enough therapists in the greater Camberville Area that you could probably throw a rock from your front porch and hit one.
Yeah, but that first session would be really awkward.
I will try not to hit them with a rock! But yeah, this one is literally a block away.
Yeah, but that first session would be really awkward
"Thanks for throwing the rock back to confirm the appointment. Good aim, by the way."
"It seemed only fair."
My therapist literally lives about a quarter mile from my house. I can see the stoplight at her street if I look out my back door. I had no idea where she lived when I picked her out of the Psychology Today listing, but it cracks me up endlessly.
We aren't friends on Facebook, because that's a boundary, but we do both belong to the Facebook group for our neighborhood, so from time to time our sessions start with "Did I see you comment on the post about the buzzards?" "Yeah, that was me. They were circling my house!"