Guess what? You are in for a treat. I'm not going to post anything sappy, sad and depressing. I've decided, you/me/we can't handle anymore of my sadness at this point (well, at least today anyway). Wait, maybe, it's ME that can't handle anymore of my deep and soul pouring thoughts driveling all over this site. I mean really, before this horrible tragedy, I posted stupid posts about crappy clothing donated to me and my funky hat collection. I've lost my long-lost "funny" friends from this depressing situation and geez, I wouldn't want to visit me again if I were them. Hell, the sound of my own words on this blog totally depress me and I'm totally depressed to start with. I can only imagine what everyone else is thinking, "Again? with the sadness and grief? Again? Please, just please! for the love God, show me your snow globe collection instead of your PTSD!"
and yes, i totally have a snow globe collection.
do not judge me, or you WILL be forced to look at each and everyone. THIS would be considered Hell on earth.
I will say, I'm having good days (yesterday) and bad days (today) and everything in between. It happens to be the end of the year for my girls at school and for this, I've been super happy to be busy. To not think too much about how much my house sucks and how I really can't stand to be in it, especially when alone. I have quite a few things to look forward to in the coming weeks, one of which I will share next week. I'm both quite nervous and well, quite nervous about it. Not about the eventbut how utterly horrendous I look at this moment! I can't even get a fresh color job before this event but by damn, I'll get my toes manicured if it's the last thing I ever do.
I will end this quick post and say, "look! ma! no cussing! aren't you so proud? and no, you can't count damn as a cuss word...."
Instead, I will share a picture sent from my friend "Melba', who has been more supportive and sweet to me than she'll ever know. She has sent quite sweet emails these past few weeks and months and even sent me the stamps for my thank you notes that I'm in "thank you note hell" for not writing. She also sent this 'memory' to cheer me up. We "re-found" each other on Facebook and for this, I'm quite glad. I always thought she was the cat's meow - even though, I'm not fond of cats, I've always been quite fond of her.
Guess which one I am!
All I have to say about this picture is: I so wish I still had those boobs. 32C's baby. Small and pert. Soooo unlike the saggy 38DD's I'm sporting these days.
Yep, I'm all about too much info these days, aren't I?