Sunday, February 10, 2013

I wish I could run my Thumper through the blender...

Cardio puree. 

New Ward, to maintain comfort for all involved parties.

Do-it-yourself legal work of four dozen staples so I can file in the morning.

Then it's 90 days to wait, because Utah thinks dragging its fingernails down my chalkboard heart is a necessary end to a childless marriage.

If I hydro-seeded my cheeks I'd have a jungle by Easter. But I forget why I'm crying.


3 comments:

  1. I do love your blog.
    Just thought you should know.
    From New Zealand.

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  2. Thank you. It's lovely to have you as a reader, Camilla.

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  3. No one deserves to be treated like that--especially you, my dear friend! Tears are streaming down my face and my heart aches because as I read this, I imagined your pain, because I have been there too. You deserve so much better. I am proud of you and am always here for you. Love you!

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