Me: I’m not going to be able to pick up Tess on November 1st.
Jeffrey: Ok. What are you doing?
Me: I’m going to Tulsa.
Jeffrey: what are you going there for?
Me: I’m going to meet Dean Cain.
Jeffrey: oh is it some kind of comic con?
Me: well part of the proceeds are going to charity. To the hospital you were born in and spent 6 days in the NICU.
Jeffrey: justify it however you want mom. You’re going to stalk Dean Cain.
Me: well in my defense this is the first time I’ve done that in real life.
I’m pretty sure my children think they mother is certifiably crazy and belongs in Arkham.
All I can really hope for is not to embarrass the family name. Well, no more than I do on a daily basis.
I have my playlist for my drive ready to go, it has over 6 hours worth of songs and the drive is only 3 and half hours. Well, if one drives the speed limit, I don’t think that applies to me. The number on the sign is simply a suggestion. Unless it’s a small town, then it’s the number on the sign.
Ok serious question. I am thinking of getting crimson and caramel lowlights in my hair. Thoughts?
I am contemplating a quick visit to Owasso to visit my mom, dad, brother and son’s gravesites. I typically go any time I’m in the area.
It all kind of seems like a far off dream, part of me doesn’t believe it’s actually going to happen. I’m really trying to keep my excitement to a minimum. Everyone at work seems to be really excited for me. Even to the point of discussing wardrobe and potential wedding venues. I wish I were kidding but I’m not. I have drawn them all into my psychosis. Sometimes it’s really fun being me.
That’s all I have for now, no results yet on the bone density scan. Will have that by Monday.