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Well...I've survived the my first two days back to work. I did have a secret cry in Cari & I's "office". Working with Maria was a bit trying at first, but when she gave me a very sweet card, that's when the waterworks were turned on. I think that I will be OK from here on out. Everyone at work is being super supportive.
Even though I am all pierced up, I will be getting my very first tattoo soon. I never got one before b/c I was petrified that the person would screw up and I would be left with this hideous excuse for "skin art". That, or I would outgrow whatever it was that I had originally wanted. It will be a surprise; I'll show it to you once it's inked.
I haven't played my BRAIN AGE game in eons. I'm pretty sure that I now have the mental capabilites of an 80 year-old. Wheee!
My grandfather is in the hospital. My dad says that he is dying. He is 90-something. (*note* For those of you who don't know... My grandma and grandpa basically raised me. They are like my parents. My grandma already passed in '99--and that was fucking traumatic for me! I can just imagine how this is going to be.)
I am going up there today to visit him. I am having a lot of guilt issues for not visiting him more often. My dad told me that he told my grandpa that I was pregnant, but he hasn't told him that I lost the baby. I think that I am going to let him keep believing that if he is, in fact, dying. I don't want to talk about it & I don't want to upset him. Is this wrong? Should I tell him?
P.S. Hey Neighbor Guy! Yeah, umm...STOP lighting fireworks long enough so I can let my dogs out to pee. I know this may not have occurred to you, but they are extremely frightened of them & I DO NOT feel like cleaning up doggy accidents inside of my house. Thanks & have a pleasant 4th of July.