crazy face.

That's what I have been. Picking fights. Being mopey. Being an ass.
Straight. Crazy. Face.

And would you look at that, I'm not single.
Not for lack of trying.
Well, that's not true.
But I sure do have an amazing gent by my side.

But the good news is that I'm back. There was light at the end of the tunnel.
And I learned for like, the bajillionth time that I'm one very lucky lass.


In other news, my grandmother is in the hospital. She fell at church (she goes every single day) and broke her hip. She's 90. The nurses don't listen to her because they think she's old and senile. The funny thing is, if anybody is confused or senile, it's not Mother Dear. She's going to outlive all of us.


I think I'm going to go eat a strip of bacon.