Good and Bad
Good: Solid family time this weekend due to my sister's Ginormous Baby Shower. Got to hang with the sibs, rub two pregnant bellies, and play with three adorable pups.
Bad: Andrea is the only one who kicked in for the fancy-schmancy baby stoller that was SUPPOSED to be a gift from all of us. My credit card weeps.
Good: I found a killer vintage cocktail dress for the big Retro birthday bash. It's so pretty I want to marry it and have its foufy babies.
Bad: The price tag. Ow.
Very Good: My Nerve date on Sunday was far better than those things have any right to be. The boy is crazy smart, subversively funny, and day-um sexy. Another date would definitely be in order. (J - call me!)
Kinda Bad: I sort of dated his roommate last fall. But it was only 3 casual dates with NO kissing, so it totally doesn't count. Right?
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The Really Really Bad: My grandma is sick. She's suffered heart problems for the past 14 years, and on Thursday she had a heart attack. It doesn't look good - the doctors are telling us there's nothing else they can do. I sat with her for a couple of hours on Sunday, and she had some lucid moments where she was her sassy self, but she's on so much morphine those moments are rare. About halfway home, it hit me that I might never see her again. I pulled into a rest stop and just bawled. Then I went in and got a filet of fish sandwich, because they smelled delicious. Even when you're sad you still need to eat. The Bible taught me that.
Bad: Andrea is the only one who kicked in for the fancy-schmancy baby stoller that was SUPPOSED to be a gift from all of us. My credit card weeps.
Good: I found a killer vintage cocktail dress for the big Retro birthday bash. It's so pretty I want to marry it and have its foufy babies.
Bad: The price tag. Ow.
Very Good: My Nerve date on Sunday was far better than those things have any right to be. The boy is crazy smart, subversively funny, and day-um sexy. Another date would definitely be in order. (J - call me!)
Kinda Bad: I sort of dated his roommate last fall. But it was only 3 casual dates with NO kissing, so it totally doesn't count. Right?
The Really Really Bad: My grandma is sick. She's suffered heart problems for the past 14 years, and on Thursday she had a heart attack. It doesn't look good - the doctors are telling us there's nothing else they can do. I sat with her for a couple of hours on Sunday, and she had some lucid moments where she was her sassy self, but she's on so much morphine those moments are rare. About halfway home, it hit me that I might never see her again. I pulled into a rest stop and just bawled. Then I went in and got a filet of fish sandwich, because they smelled delicious. Even when you're sad you still need to eat. The Bible taught me that.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 2:18 PM
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