Thursday, July 22, 2010

two... one...

Okay, Brian now has an address. It's in another STATE. Thank goodness for Cymbalta. I'm just saying. He was wondering the other day why I wasn't hysterical yet. I suspect he just wants a little warning when all the emotion that has been building is gonna blow. I've got nothing. It's the drugs. That, and the fact that my working full time keeps me too busy to think a whole lot. But, I must be reacting on some subconscious level because I keep waking up with raging headaches from my TMJ. I hope that wears off eventually.

I wasn't planning to drive all the way to TX just to get him settled in his new apartment. He is almost 21 years old for heaven's sake. I made the reservations yesterday.

We are planning one last family day at six flags hurricane harbor because nothing says I am going to miss you like hurling yourself down a swirling pipe into a giant wave pool.

2 comments:

rthling said...

I was wondering....
I'm glad you are going, so you can make sure he's not near the drug lords and gang bangers.
What? You mean seminaries don't have those?

My Goodness said...

You are doing VERY well...and I'm so glad to hear that you're going to escort him down..awesome!!

A family hoopla! Love those!!

I'll be happy to keep your pool company...I'm just sayin'...

:-)