Life is good.
This week has been more of the same...
work, school, unpacking boxes and
swimming while the swimming's good.
Work is going good...
I really like it there and the people are great so far.
It reminds me a lot of CHP & the people I miss there.
I've been having dreams about the wasband
nearly every night. So much so that I wonder
sometimes if he's died or something and is trying
to communicate with me from the beyond.
(Tami, you haven't heard anything have you?)
It's funny though, because even in my dreams he repulses me
and I can't help but tell him what a waste of life I think he is.
Kids are still happy. Courtney has the flu right now,
but other than that, things are good.
My lipgloss is still in the bowl (!!!).
I'm even more shocked than you are, trust me.
Maybe it's just not their shade?