5 years ago I must have just decided that my life was too mundane to blog about (though I blog for myself and no one else) or I was bored with blogging. There have been several times that I thought, " I should blog again". So here I go.
I want to go to the Maldives. MySpace Tom posted, to Instagram, pictures from his trip there, and now I have to go. Unfortunately, that may have to wait until my FIFTIETH birthday year (or, more realistically, Wayne's 50th birthday year).
I say this as I am about to embark on a trip to sun, sand, and sea, but it's no trip to the Maldives.
It's weird, the situations in which I find myself talking about my mom's death. Today I was getting sugared in preparation for my trip (and no, sugaring is not less painful than waxing, if you're wondering), and I'm lying on the table, feet together, knees apart, talking about my mom's last living moments. She would be completely unsurprised by my posture and topic of conversation. She got me.
I want to go to the Maldives. MySpace Tom posted, to Instagram, pictures from his trip there, and now I have to go. Unfortunately, that may have to wait until my FIFTIETH birthday year (or, more realistically, Wayne's 50th birthday year).
I say this as I am about to embark on a trip to sun, sand, and sea, but it's no trip to the Maldives.
It's weird, the situations in which I find myself talking about my mom's death. Today I was getting sugared in preparation for my trip (and no, sugaring is not less painful than waxing, if you're wondering), and I'm lying on the table, feet together, knees apart, talking about my mom's last living moments. She would be completely unsurprised by my posture and topic of conversation. She got me.
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