Husband home, new yard sale dress picked up, reading book club book at the bar @Local 7, while the rain falls outside. Pondering if, no matter how much I loved her, I could marry the woman sitting at a nearby table with the distinctive and highly annoying laugh. People are looking at her husband and child with supreme pity. Just found a few stray fried pickles in my fried artichoke basket. This Sunday is okay.
This is me on my graduation day, UGA 1995, with my mom and sister. Mom's wearing my cap and gown- She and Dad were more excited than I was. Thankful for the way I was brought up to believe that getting an education is the foundation for everything else, and something no one can ever take away from you. #bittersoutherner #bsmakethemproud
Seems fitting for a night such as this. . . I sure do love me some Emily D. We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision… Read more →
It's been a while since I've broken down. All it took was a prolonged discussion about the merits of peanut butter over 24 hours ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since. Weak. If there were ice cream in the house, that would have been included, too. Bowl of Shame: Mini m&ms on peanut butter with side of Pumpkin Reese's.