Warning: These are going to be spoilerific. I'm also going to try to hit on all of the usual triggers, but if you have one that's specific, please let me know and I'll update the list.
Had a great day yesterday. Husband and I were super productive, spent a lot of time together, talked, laughed, shared...
Because who DOESN'T want to marry Lindy?
Dammit. A friend's wife is pregnant. I'm already having baby dreams. Does anyone else do this? Is this my body trying to convince me to pop out one last kid while I'm still young enough to escape concerned looks?
I'm a bit bummed. All my life, we've had a big family Easter. Lots of kids running around, tons of food, beer and wine, catching up with relatives...
Ugh. I need to prep myself for a talk with a friend. He has a habit of coming to complain to me with only half of the story showing. He'll often want to talk about consoling a friend over something private. He gets irritated when I don't show enough concern. Eventually, he tells me a bit more, then a bit more, then…
I am so freaking excited and terrified. I'm going to a tech conference (old hat for me), but this time, I'm hosting a mani party in one of the open spaces! I've packed 30 polishes, and I'm not sure which is freaking me out more:
GUISE. GUISE. I just compared some photos from a year ago to one taken today. DOUBLE CHIN IS NOW SINGLE CHIN. OMG.
Just had to print out Valentines Day cards for my daughter's preschool class. I have been in a store EVERY DAY this week, and yet managed to forget them EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Just found out my cousin is not only getting married on a Sunday, but is getting married at FOUR on a Sunday, and not providing a meal service. As if it wasn't bad enough that they're getting married on my first anniversary...
I got a necklace today, made by one of the Jezzies on here! It's super cute, and I recommend other people take a look at her shop :)
Just had a heartening episode with my husband.
Weirdest night last night. Medical crap in the reply.
My cousin is set to get married soon, and I fear that he's going to be the worst smug married ever. I alternate between wanting to lay down the verbal smackdown on Facebook and pitying him.
Oh, god. Middle school. If the boy gets through this without being sold to the circus, it will be a miracle.
Anyone have any advice for dealing with a spouse who doesn't understand the need for therapy?
Ugh. About to get a storm of family drama coming my way. Putting it in a reply.
I cry about once a year. I usually break down a bit at funerals, or maybe a super sad NPR piece.