So, I've Been Thinking...

This is how I started yesterday. Then he froze. Stopped what he was doing, swallowed and replied: "Uh oh, I don't know if I like the sound of that."

Of course he's been witnessing me with puffy eyes and leaving a trail of used up tissues behind me. So the opening line can be scary. Have I ever mentioned he told me recently he has nightmares where I tell him I'm leaving? Kind of like Peeta in The Hunger Games, only we're not hungry nor in total survival mode. (Great book by the way, thanks Rachel!)

Of course I start crying again. But I'm trying to concentrate on the dishes I'm washing. I find it very soothing to soak my hands in hot bubbly water. And that's when I tell him "Of course if you want to go to Mexico, I'll go with you!" And cry some more (again with the conjunction as a sentence starter, if Stephen King can do it, so can I - thanks MinuteMan's Wife). Then he looks at me all weird.

Evidently he's even more of a mess than I am because he had come to the conclusion that going to Mexico now would most likely be a mistake. For a lot of reasons, not just because of me. And then he tells me he'd never go without me anyways!

I know. I wanted to strangle him too for what he'd put me through. But to be honest he wasn't as aware as everybody who's read yesterday's post of the turmoil I was going through.

But anyways. All this to say, I've been thinking and I realized I have THE BEST blog friends any whacked out lady could EVER hope for! You guys are the best. You really are.

I've been working on a post for the Studio 30+ Magazine that is due to be published this coming Friday.  After 3 attempts, I think I've got it. It's pretty much a tribute to you - the readers. Or my friends. My friends. I like the sound of that.

I'm smiling now. I know I have a few kinks to iron out, but still the smile is strong.

Thanks.