Heyyyy! Sixteen percent in the HOWSE!
Who is annoying?
I will miss Sleeping Beauty's little family, and by the way, Sleeping Ruggedly Handsome does not like his picture taken. It's not like I secretly abhor him and refuse to include him in the pics. Again, with me saying "pics."
I plan to call a therapist this week to work out why I suddenly like babies. It must mean something. Also, Sleeping's baby is named Josie, and guess who tormented that child by screeching "JOSIE'S ON A VACATION FAR AWAY!" to her at every opportunity?
It was a year ago today that Marvin moved out. It was two years ago that my Uncle Jim died. Basically the end of March has sucked (see above onesie) for awhile now. It was nice to sit on the beach and feel perfectly content. I'm sure my stupid grieving is not done, and I'll have more setbacks, but I know Marvin and I had to end things. We've been friends since 1986, and I can't imagine we won't get to be friends again.
While I was sitting there soaking in the carcinogens, I wrote my initials in the sand, and I started to write my married-person initials. Then I stopped myself. And wrote the first letter of my maiden name. Because I'm a maiden. Would you like me to bring you milk in a barrel with my braids?
So there it was. My old set of initials. And it was okay. I remember being that person, and it wasn't all bad. That person got to do what she wanted without checking if it was okay with anyone. That person got to sing in the car without offending Mr. Music Ears, which makes me now picture Marvin with treble clefs for earlobes.
So. I guess I will be okay. Sorry if I've been a pill this year.