I didn’t see or talk to anyone in my family Thanksgiving day. I couldn’t find it in myself to be the bigger person and call: Hey sorry I hand-grenaded your holiday plans! Let me call and bask in how not-family it was for you. When no one called me, I
Don’t you ever say I forgot the J. I will always want to. . . PS: Thank you for all the wisdom and kindness last post.
I was born via emergency c-section. After a long and unsuccessful labor, my mom remembers watching the monitor as my heart rate slowed with each of her fruitless contractions. Back in those days (or at least in my mom’s case) the OBGYN went whole-hog knock the mama unconscious for c-section.
Meta-miserable Bullshit Below Am still dealing with the family member excommunication. Today, I am wandering the house in a tatty old bathrobe, dead eyed exhausted, wondering how much I can write about before needing to consult a lawyer. Since this blog does not pull down mad levels of lawyer-hiring cash,
Well, that old family member ex communication thing is not working out exactly as planned. Fetch me an old priest and a young priest, plz.