1. My husband won't be able to take care of himself.
2. My husband will take care of himself so well he'll realize he doesn't need me.
No one ever said I wasn't crazy.
Quivering with anxiety as I pack but this is so normal that it's just the way it is, who cares, and so forth.
Shaved my legs and cut myself. Attractive factor through the roof.
Have packed my clothes. Yet to pack:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSIE!
I texted her this morning to wish her a happy birthday and she replied by thanking me and her daddy for raising her up the way we did.
I replied that I didn't raise her up so much as just hang out with her. Which was awesome and still is.
This is the truth.
Here is one of my favorite pictures of that girl.
We were in Cozumel. Of course. You can tell from the dreamy expression on everyone's faces.
I hope we get some dreamy-looking faces this week.
All right. I better go attend to gathering the rest of my stuff and etc.