OOOOOOOOOOOOO and UGH
Oooooooooooooo:
So I used the money from the mechanic who crashed my car and some of my tax returns to put a big fat down payment on a shiny New-Used car. I bought an '07 Suburu Outback. After driving Maisie's Forrester these past few weeks, I have decided that safety trumps everything; this is the car that our kids will be in after all. Then JP and I went and had faboo Italian food at a place in Providence. Now I am home with George curled up next to me purring away.
Its quite obscene really how much I love our animals. I love their furry little bodies that beg for pets and cuddles. And I LOVE their quirky/insane personalities. When it rains, Daisy hunches her shoulders and tucks her head, and runs and does a quick pee and then runs back into the house. And George is seriously the clumsiest cat that I've ever met, but also the most lovey. Which is funny, really, because when I first adopted George and Huckleberry as kittens, I had to work pretty hard for George's affections. And Huckleberry. Where to begin? He is the Devil incarnate and he seriously has the bestest time at whatever he decides to do.
UGH:
OK, and the reason for that lovefest is that I agree with booling's blog: I need to remember to look at the bright side of things.
I haven't even said it here because it freaks me out so much. Leigh. Stage IV Stomach Cancer. 39. 2 kids under 5.
Fuck.
I am trying to make myself as useful as I can to JP's family because I think that I might go insane otherwise. And I just hope and hope and hope that she will be well enough to travel so that the family can come to our wedding. I realize just how much more meaningful it will be to JP if they can come.
I keep thinking of the Emily Dickinson poem that describes hope as a fragile bird.