if I had my way, I would read in bed alternating between coffee, wine and cuddles. I avoid toxic people as much as possible. Currently drama has found its way into every aspect of my life. Gossip and rumors fuel it’s fire. I just don’t want any part of that.... except I love telling a good story. The characters in my life are so unbelievable that it’s as good as fiction.
Easter is already setting up to be a lot of deep breaths and counting down minutes. My brother Napoleon Ron loves to stir the pot. Our Fam group texts prove as much. He feels it is his duty to rouse everyone. It is more like his stupidity not his duty. He starts with my sister using words like Democrat and snowflake. I asked him to find new words, but he says he likes his words and will continue to use them. Then he sends my mom over the edge, and it will be an Easter to remember! Three hours. I can survive. I’m hoping my girls are blissfully happy with their cousins and are oblivious to the flames . I miss my dad, and I’m sure the rest do too. Crazy masking grief is our way. Comments are closed.
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