Moving On
I made it a full 9 hours of fasting which is, you know, totally not very spectacular. But you know what was spectacular?! A belly full of tortillas and salsa. That's what.
On our way home I was relishing in the quiet of my car, jamming to some Bonnie Raitt when I heard a rustling. I turned around to find Goldie with a plastic bag on her head tied around her neck. I swear the child is on a suicide mission some days and when I immediately pulled over to unsnarl her she was all BUT I WAS BEING CAREFUL MAMA. Christ, I have given birth to myself.
Also, sorry for sounding like a pathetic jilted lover in the last post. I think I'm over it. I had a good cry with Davey who is so great (as ever) for understanding my sadness over something that I don't think anyone can get (you mean you lost a friend like almost 3 years ago and you can't let it go already, you freako?) and I am going to re-focus my energy on the present.
On to the packing!
On our way home I was relishing in the quiet of my car, jamming to some Bonnie Raitt when I heard a rustling. I turned around to find Goldie with a plastic bag on her head tied around her neck. I swear the child is on a suicide mission some days and when I immediately pulled over to unsnarl her she was all BUT I WAS BEING CAREFUL MAMA. Christ, I have given birth to myself.
Also, sorry for sounding like a pathetic jilted lover in the last post. I think I'm over it. I had a good cry with Davey who is so great (as ever) for understanding my sadness over something that I don't think anyone can get (you mean you lost a friend like almost 3 years ago and you can't let it go already, you freako?) and I am going to re-focus my energy on the present.
On to the packing!
posted by Kirsten at
11:48 AM
2 Comments:
Two things:
1) OMG- I'm soo glad your child is Ok and surviving for at least one more day!
2) I still mourn the loss of a friendship from HIGH SCHOOL (so sad, I know) but it's true. I have lost two VIP friendships in my life...and I for one will never "get over it" or simply "move on". It hurts.
Oh, my hell! That would scare the bejeezus out of me too. So glad your hubby was there for you.
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