Ummm. Well, the three weeks have passed, and the house isn't sold. We still know nothing about our future. The kids have what looks like impetigo and I pulled a tick off Vin's neck last night. When I crawled into bed, there was another tick on my pillow. I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. My soul is in the fetal position. I'm going to do some laundry and stay in my pajamas until the world is a little more manageable if that's okay with everyone.
I feel like God and I have broken up.
Robb says that every good story has this part, but that it doesn't end here. That was a nice thing to say. I still like him.
5 comments:
I still like you too.
Melissa's calling.
i like you too - i wish we lived closer.... i'd bring you some chocolate! :) hang in there girl.
all i can say is..
I love you...maybe that will help.
Tick bites can sometimes look like impetigo. I would keep an eye out for fevers to start.
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